all the unrelated factoids in this rambling quixotic so-called essay,
the most prominent would be positing that Slant Six clubbers knew
better than anyone that one needn't have a Belvedere to get at the
old slant six.
But you don't need to know that, dear readers.
Moving on – and back to that storied near and dear tan Belvedere that still had a story so clear: Davey was coming up on another transitional phase of drift-ology.
The 'keep it or ditch it' paradigm continued to percolate in his mottled mind, and had quite frankly become a pain in the behind.