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.