My husband drives a small truck. I believe that its shocks are in dire need of replacement. He has had it for five years, and he has not replaced them yet.
The road we live on is full of bumps and potholes. When we are riding in his truck, I feel every one of them. I bounce around like I’m riding a horse.
I hesitate to carry food in the truck. I can’t imagine holding a casserole dish in my lap while jiggling around that much. We usually just take my car if we have delicate or potentially messy items to transport.