Lol, when introduced... MotorTrend magazine described my current daily beater as "A refined gentleman's sport truck. Gentle and mild mannered but unafraid to play dirty with the big boys". Paraphrasing of course. Not likely close to reality as I remember it.
It's a brick- thick Chevy. I'm probably thicker than it is for all intents and purposes. But it is understated, clean, and completely lacks much embellishment. It only has one gold bowtie on the nose. No other exterior advertisement or bold statements.
Stealth black, same color bumpers and body cladding. It's mysterious. If I *let* you tailgate or pass, simple, small, "SS" logos on forward doors and tailgate.
Extremely sure footed and powerful but restrained, a Eurocar eater if pushed. But still at its heart a Chevytruck. Easy and simple to repair with hand tools and a dry weekend. For all of its impractical abilities, still a practical vehicle. She's ⅓ Silverado XLT, ⅓ Corvette, ⅓ Cadillac. (Power, heated, seat/mirror memory and leather trim, XM radio from stock *everything*)
She eats a lot. She makes neighborhood waking runs in the dead of night for a 6 pack. My nieces and mother hate it when you open up the bores and let her breathe.
But she is me. All over. A Capricorn of domestic product and as rare as a unicorn. I've only met one other machine like her on the open road. The other fellow had his in cobalt blue. I rolled up beside him in the fast lane, looked over... we both simultaneously Bro Bonded with a nod and "aloha" sign to each other. I let off the gas and rolled back in behind him.
Respect.
Takes a bit of guts and schmardtz to keep one rolling and completely mechanically fit to roll around if you DIY.
If it's designed to be a not-so-subtle warning for people not to call you dude I question how you feel you'd enforce this?
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