All I know is the
couple of times I climbed up into its pre-warmed (thank you, remote start), leather - draped (OK, mine would be pleather - draped) cabin and made my way
down Woodward Avenue to the office, I couldn't help but
dial up the four - wheel - drive and plow through every intersection sideways, letting whatever wheel that could muster traction through the knee - high piles of slush and snow do its thing, the 6.7 - liter Cummins turbodiesel feeding endless amounts of torque to those giant tires, hands flying opposite lock and back again, watching the road ahead through the side glass and yelling «Yippee!»