No more Cummins? And why not?
Oo. Hopefully, this will meander into some form of reality and begin to make sense to you, or not. I'll try not to confuse you beyond a reasonable doubt as to my Diesel (Cummins) sensibilities. But I , of course, have already passed on into that myriad mire of myopic misanthropic minions whose mien is relegated to a miniscule minutiae of missive monologues. To Dodge or not to Dodge, that could be an interrogatory! So, you see, my present condition exudes compulsion for a complaisant comprehensive compendium of the salient points. Ah, but I digress and beg thee--- Please, please do not inquire as to the apparent oafishness of my words. The nature of it requires such a high degree of secrecy that I am not permitted to know what I'm writing even while I am writing it! So, without further adieu, I will try to develop cognizance of a few germaine words for succinct messages and eliminate wandering to extraneous cerrabrations. Dodge is an affliction and the Dodge Cummins is a Disease that elicits an emancipation from the malaise disguised in the form of Chevy, GMC and Ford. A Disease, nay, a Paliative! If only to inject said Disease, or Paliative, into the bloodstream of those less fortunate than ourselves ( Chevy, GMC, Ford owners). As is Mother Nature's way---only the strong survive. Such is our destiny. Clessie Cummins started an avalanche that has, does and shall continue building in intensity beyond his wildest of imaginings and ours. If only he could have lived to see it go beyond the OTR. GOD, I LOVE MY CUMMINS TURBO DIESEL. There is no other to replace it. Keep the faith. RBriney Chubbuck, Idaho It takes a spud to raise a diesel.