Driving home on the final stretch of 3-lane highway tonight I noticed a healthy, throaty-sounding CTD right next to me coming from a 2nd gen 2500. In a brief bit of male machismo I gave my throttle a quick stomp as if to see if I could out-do his sound while equally making my presense known. Low and behold another 2nd gen, this time a 3500 dually like mine, comes up huffin' and puffin' beside us. Before you know it the three of us are jockeying for position down the highway to see who could be louder, smokier, and, dare I say, faster. It was quite a sight. each one of us was loaded with aftermarket items so highway was covered in black soot. Ahhhhh love that stuff! Three 2nd gens racing down the highway ahead of the pack of traffic (don't worry, we weren't exceeding the speed limit, just making our presense known). Two 3500s with the 2500 in the middle. I could barely make out the headlights behind us due to all the smoke.
As I turned into my subdivision both drivers gave me a throttle "good-bye". I had to let her cool for nearly 10 minutes this time since we were running so hard.
Ahhhhh... . it's the small things in life. I love my CTD.
As I turned into my subdivision both drivers gave me a throttle "good-bye". I had to let her cool for nearly 10 minutes this time since we were running so hard.
Ahhhhh... . it's the small things in life. I love my CTD.