As someone who grew up in the country and now lives in NYC, this is about as out of touch as the takes I used to hear back home about how city people must live.

As someone who grew up in the country and now lives in NYC, this is about as out of touch as the takes I used to hear back home about how city people must live. Growing up, my Dad couldn’t have been more proud of his F-150, not because of whatever testosterone fuelled fantasy you’re talking about, but because it meant we could pull city people out of the ditch when they came down our closed road in the wintertime. He never accepted any money from them either, but it made his day whenever someone knocked on our door and he got to bundle up and go out in the snow to help them out. Just a reminder that there are millions of very real rural Americans out there who are nothing like the stereotype you described but would still gladly go out of their way to help you, despite your seemingly low opinion of them.