About once a week, usually as I’m leaving my house in the morning in my white 2016 GMC pickup, I hear a little voice. It pipes up as I drop the shifter silently into gear, lamenting the fact that last year, I sold my noisy old orange-and-white 1972 Chevrolet K10. Sometimes that voice also brings up my rumbly old 2006 Charger SRT8 for additional impact. They were so cool. Why did you have to sell them?
My friends predicted this. Read More