One tried to peel past the house today. We live between the showroom and the service department of one of THOSE dealers, and the lot jockeys like to romp on 'em at the corner stop sign. It made all sorts of go fast noises (V6 style) but it wasn't moving any faster than Hester (my slant 6 Valiant) can muster on a bad day. Uglier than Grandma's cooter to boot. This one ain't gonna save GM.
