Fun fact: The windows are not bulletproof. Also the most common rifle in the US is the AR-15... and the cybertruck's doors are decidedly NOT resistant againt .223/5.56x45mm rounds. And if they're using green tips or even regular FMJ rounds, you can forget about any semblance of protection.
At least they didn't try shooting through the bulletproof windows. They woulda killed the driver.
Materials that are actually bulletproof to anything more than 22LR and birdshot don't dent like this.
Why the fuck would someone be deluded enough to think this attribute of a vehicle is important enough for any established manufacturer to even give it the courtesy of a thought.
Adding something nobody asked for, for no reason, that nobody would ever be in a situation to find it useful only underscores just how impulsive and idiotic of a poseur Musk is. Though, I guess if I was some Nazi cunt, I might add "bullet-resistant transportation" to my list of requirements too.
This is obviously such a ridiculous, cluelessly macho thing. For one, this isn’t the type of durability that matters to 99% of customers. It’s a bit more important that you know, the car doesn’t lock you out suddenly, lose body panels, have a catastrophic suspension failure, you know. Then, if it did somehow matter if your car is bulletproof, attackers aren’t going to be aiming at the body of the car, they would be shooting through the windows and windshield.
They aren't shitting their pants because they can actually get to a bathroom in their cars
The fuck they shoot it with? Paintballs?
This was done with a hammer.
"A Typical Day Buying a Car in America"
So, there I was, minding my own business, when I decide it's about time I get myself a new set of wheels. You know, something reliable, maybe a little bulletproof? Can’t be too careful out there, right?
Walked into this dealership, looking sharp as ever in my sunglasses and a trench coat, ready to flip the script. The salesman, guy named Greg, looked up from his desk like I’d just walked into the sun. "Can I help you?" he says, polite but cautious. "Sure, buddy," I said, sliding my .45 onto the counter. "I’m in the market for a car that can take a hit."
Greg’s eyes widened. "Uh... we’ve got models that can handle themselves. How about the Honda Civic? It’s pretty tough for its size—bulletproof up to 9mm!" "9mm?" I repeated, unimpressed. "Buddy, my gun’s got a hair more punch."
We went through the lineup: the Ford F-150 with its armor-like doors (though it admitted it’d leave a dent or two), the Subaru Outback with its reinforced undercarriage (can’t trust cars that hide), and then… there was the Tesla Cybertruck. "Think you’re funny," I said, sliding behind the wheel. "Let’s see what this thing’s got."
Pulled out my SIG Sauer, popped off a few rounds. The Civic? Dented like a can of beans. The F-150? A bulletproof glass shattered, but it held up… kinda. And then the Cybertruck. "Bullets," I said, aiming dead center. "Go ahead. Hit it."
Greg let out a breath he probably hadn’t taken since 2012. The bullets hit, and… nothing. Not a scratch, not a dent. Just like that, the Cybertruck became my new ride. "Sure, why not," I said, shrugging. "It’s got range, style, and now, apparently, it’s bulletproof."
Drove off, leaving Greg staring after me like I’d just pulled a heist or something.
I don't get the whole car being someone's identity thing. Whether it's their whole identity or just a part of it, doesn't matter.
A vehicle is a tool to get things done. Transporting people and things from location to location. But so many people are making it into a statement. I have no idea why.
I never wanted my car to make any statements, nor stand out in any way whatsoever. The reason of simple: no matter who you are, what you value, what you believe, there's always going to be people that disagree with you. A nontrivial number of those that disagree with your viewpoint, have the aptitude and willingness to mess with your property, especially when you're not looking.
So you're going to leave your opinion, on one of the most expensive things you own, while it is parked in public spaces with (more often than not) zero security against people's access to your shit.
I just.... I don't get it.
Testing? Testing with what? The cheapest crappiest frangible 9mm they could find?
The real ballsy move is riding two wheels, where I'm going I don't need imaginary armor panels around me.
There was just stronger wind picking up some pebbles...
Is this like those dimples on golf balls, to make an air cushion layer to improve aerodynamics?
that just means you need to bring a bigger bullet
Pity it can't hold up to a guy tugging on the bezel with one hand
I'd rather not need a bullet proof car...
Perfect for the mall ninja crowd
