You know, getting 72 mpg in our nice 2007 Honda Civic diesel was fun and all, but somehow this appeals to us a lot more. There's at least one of us that grew up with this sport of kings as regular Friday night entertainment. Modified trucks with solid suspensions, fat tires, oversized injectors, bus turbos, eight or nine hundred pound feet of torque. Sometimes we wish there was a word for Tim Allen's little man bark, but there just isn't. There's nothing quite so American as hearing a turbo spool up in the distance and then that screaming Cummins shakes your chest as it passes by on its way to a full pull. We need a cold Pabst and a long mullet.