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I admit it. I am a closet American and it is high time I came out loud and proud and owned up to being unashamedly a big fan of massive American pickup trucks, Soprano-sized sport utility vehicles, and a proper Hemi V8. My mantra states “there is no replacement for displacement.”
This is how I always thought it would be.
Sadly, even the spiritual home of what I believe is called the “big-ass truck” is being subsumed into a world of dreary boxes and technological shuttles.
Remember, America is home to the ridiculous Google car, so you only have yourselves to blame.
Certainly and fortunately, the big beasts of the road are still out there because the car makers know some drivers who wouldn?t go to their own funeral if they had to be transported on anything other than the flat bed of a Dodge Ram SRT-10. Unfortunately, the white heat of ecological evangelism has well and truly set in because, globally, the automobile is blamed for all of the world?s ills. For keen drivers the open road will soon be permanently closed.
The British Edge
Here in good old Blighty, we don?t have anything to compare with the very best of American muscle or prodigious pickups. We have European cars and sport utility vehicles, many of which are about as exciting as a vasectomy and essentially have the same neutering effect on the (male) driver. They don?t frighten the horses and they are good for the planet, but they don?t...