You know things have changed when your V8 muscle car gets beat up by a Tesla

Remember how macho muscle cars were? They had the V8 rumble that portended raw power. It challenged the driver to tame it. I bought into that, big time. To my way of thinking, the muscle cars of the 60′s and early 70′s were the high-water mark for Detroit iron. It was an era heavily influenced by drag racing (before Ru Paul took over the franchise…). The factory muscle cars tended to run the quarter mile in the 14 second range. The exceptionally quick ones ran in the 13′s. If you got your hands on one of those 13 second cars, like a 1970 hemi-Cuda, or a 396/375 Nova SS, you were a lion tamer! You controlled that snortin’ 450 hp monster! You were a real man, because only a real man could tame such a macho beast. Fast forward fifty years or so. You bring your snortin’ V8 to the lights at the local dragstrip. The tree goes green. You launch in a cloud of tire smoke… while the Tesla in the other lane silently drives away, the driver having a coffee in the pits by the time you get there. Things have changed.