My best friend's mother kept her late husband's dually Chevy, because it was so easy to get out of. She'd had both hips replaced and didn't do the rehab, so she was worse off than before, but she could climb into the thing pretty well, with the running boards and whatnot. Getting out was as simple as sliding out and falling to her feet.
Your, and my, left hand would always be dirty from putting it down to get
up out of that car.
