Every car company on earth has tried to bottle what Detroit did between 1964 and 1972. Every single one of them has failed. And the reason is something they could never admit out loud.

An electric motor does its job perfectly and leaves you completely unmoved. A big block at idle is doing something else entirely — and I’m not sure that something has a practical name.

I’ve owned a handful of cars worth remembering and a few I’d rather forget. The one that still follows me around wasn’t the fastest or the prettiest. It just felt like something.