Worst Chevy Tahoe ever.

Six years after it’s moment of reactionary Toby Keith fashion statement semi-coolness wore off, H2 production is dead in its tracks.  This can’t bee a surprise.  It’s the Continental Mark V of SUVs.  Gargantuan, thirsty, puny on the inside, unwieldy and ill-suited for its usual role as suburban grocery getter.  (But great for pimps.)

Somewhere, Karma is laughing.