Calling it ‘bland’ would be a compliment.
“I could sense we were in the presence of Satan.” With those words, direct and unprompted from the mouth of my oldest son, I realized that I may have made a breakthrough in my quest to raise at least one child who might be even vaguely interested in cars.
What was the occasion for such unholy utterings? We had just passed a Pontiac Aztek. Upon noticing the Aztek