Fat story time Story time from when I used to sell cars. We had a customer that was a massive ham planet. 6 foot 5, 500lbs blob of pure man fat.  He waddled himself in and wanted the cheapest car we had. Well turns out that was a Chevy fucking spark. (For those who don't know it's REALLY TINY) Watching him attempt getting in and out was an ordeal. Seat ALL the way back and reclined fully. I honestly didn't think he could fit let alone drive it. That poor car leaned so hard I'd swear he fully compressed the suspension. Moving along he ends up buying it, BUT a week later he complains that the car is out of alignment and he is LIVID, dripping greasey sweat all over the service counter. Car checks out with perfect alignment. The tech comes up to the small moon of a man and informs him. After hammy finishes his rant the tech lays down some shit lord justice. "The car is fine mechanically, it's your massive weight that's the issue, it's not built for small boulders in the driver seat." Needless to say sir hamelot was pissed at this notion of him being the problem and waddled back to his car and peeled out in a fit ham rage. I wonder some days if that poor car will make it. God speed you intrepid machine.