this article made me think back to any and all big, angry, noisy rigs that i loved growing up, the school buses werent too exciting being humdrum slushbox diesel internationals but still to this day i can tell its a big yellow bus just by exhaust sound from that 40 foot tailpipe. cement company nearby had 60's-70's autocar mixers, those always made me think of Duel and those guys were always in a rush. not the vehicle you want to poke along in front of because all you saw in the rearview was a giant pig iron grille trying to eat you. then there were the GMC city buses with detroit diesels, theres a steep hill by my parents and they would wind those things right out in first gear to get up it. last but not least were(possibly still are) the 20ish person tour buses in washington d.c., there was a gap in the fenderwell just big enough to make out what was hiding under there and they weren't playing favorites. ford 460/c6, chrysler 440/727, and chevy 454/th400s lurked in the depths of sheetmetal, just enough exhaust to keep things sane but still making it known a big block and the beefiest auto trans with a shift kit is hauling you to the next sightseeing destination. sure, i loved seeing our nations capitol but i also loved knowing an american big block shuttled me around on its billionth trip around the city. so yes mr. glad, i have no doubt those rude and crude commercial vehicles of the past helped me grow to be the gearhead i am today. i feel bad for kids today, how can you be excited about some quiet, nameless, biofuel sipping bus?