Apologies to all the anti-American, GM-hating, Albert Gore worshipers out there hoping this would lead you to a savaging of Detroit. It seems that the truth is not what you might be predisposed to to believe.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.