FORM & FUNCTION
A few weeks back, I was somewhere in the middle of a 14-hour road trip when my mind began to wander, as minds tend to do when the hum of the tires turns into a lullaby. The topography of central South Dakota didn’t offer much visual distraction at that particular mile-marker, and I got to mindlessly looking over the labyrinth of buttons, dials and switches that adorn the inside of my truck. There are so many controls within arm’s reach and, if it’s not too bold to say, that truck is damn shiny when the chrome is polished and the black paint is clean. As the highway continued on, I drift ed back to the age of 10 or so, playing the part of Dad’s wingman at a local auto dealership.…