Backfire

As always, a poignant, thoughtful column, from McNessor in the February issue, yet new and improved! I admire McNessor as one of a triumvirate of poignant, thoughtful writers with a wicked humor streak a mile wide who never fails to make me smile. (Or spew my “Hey, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere” rum and (diet) Coke on my computer screen and keyboard.)

Now, where was I? Oh, triumvirate… (pausing to Google the meaning)…well, good to know it isn’t a British sports car with a V-8 transplanted into it. Between yourself, Carl Hiaasen, and Dave Barry, I’m almost always wallowing in literary happiness. Thanks for being there. (Applause.)

Moving along, in the body of the February issue, the limited-production AMC Rebel Raider regional dealer special article highlighted some of the silly lengths and shallow depths that dealers go through to sell more units.

Who’d a thunk that the Southern California Ford dealers Mustang California Special (and its nearly incestuous cousin the High Country Ski Special) would nowadays bring down Shelby-esque prices?

I’d like to present to you a future collectible regional limited edition that I am the proud owner of, a 2015 Ford F-250 Redneck Edition, bought at Bakersfield California’s Ford dealer, Burke Ford.

If you refer to the attached pictures, you can see the dealer took a stock F-250 Super Duty pickup, added (front to back) a custom grille, a “performance” hood decal, an Easy Rider rifle rack, a Dale Earnhardt #3 rear window decal, and a set of plastic bull’s testicles hanging from the rear bumper, along with the requisite Redneck Edition emblems. (Horse, horse trailer, horse apples not included.)

Upon delivery of the new truck, my wife immediately