During the two failed ones, I managed to fall inside
a giant pile of snow, drown my camera in what I pray to god was dog pee and get this whole Read more
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!»