I think I have finally figured it out. We are trapped by our socialization process! Thanks to bureaucratic arrangements which dictate our choice of track-machines, we have become engulfed in a love triangle!
The ‘rock’, like two overzealous members of an Alsatian clan, is locked in a compromising twist. We, unfortunately have been exposed, more often than not, to European and Japanese machines. As such our myopic reach, for some car-nuts, precludes an appreciation for that which our North American neighbors provide.
USA
Oh, how times have changed. The USA, was always regarded as the home of drag racers and the final resting place for big block machines. Those machines which would stun a 1/4 mile, but scream rebellion while spewing raucous intensity, whenever a corner appears, have finally turned the corner (done intentionally).
When foisted next to a demon which brandishes European or Asian badges, current American-built machines stand erect, glistening like competition-prepped models. And when performance is summoned, like INDECOM, they are quick to the scene and they deliver with frightening ferocity.
Still in doubt? In utopia, where money is gleefully dispersed like wishes within the innercity, this is a bludgeoning track-machine!
Cecil Munroe Gleaner On-Line Writer