Silence. It’s a beautiful thing. It’s what you expect at 2:45 in the morning. But last week, silence was the first casualty.
There is no sound on God’s green earth quite like a large displacement truck engine firing up with zero back pressure. It wasn't a rumble; it was an explosion. I didn't just wake up my wife. I didn't just wake up the dog. I woke up the entire zip code.
I killed the engine...
