Well, I may not have predicted the End of Days or whatever the Big N did, but readers without Alzheimer’s will remember that I foreshadowed a couple of fairly meaty names for macho automobiles in my post of May 27. A couple of days ago life imitated art.
Complete with throaty V8 roar, this guy forced his way across an intersection in his imperial American chariot. His number plate said it all. No more was needed.