This is just silly. Off she goes in the family car on a normal busy day for her, while I sit here “stuck.” I have my ancient truck, an ’87 Ford F-150, for strictly local stuff like driving to the trailhead, running errands, and so forth, but what if I want to take a little trip? (The mountains are full of surprises.) I can’t believe I’ve let this situation go on as long as it has. Me, a grown-up, car-loving, red-blooded American dude. Who cares if I mostly sit here on my ass with a computer in my lap or walk back and forth from the refrigerator?
The situation warrants a fix with dual exhausts!