I’d just finished shooting photos of my friend’s car for this story, and she was about to take me home. She turned the key to the accessory position, but the glow plug light refused to illuminate. She looked at the dash, then at me, with amusement. She gave the plugs a moment to wake, but they refused. When she cranked the ignition, the starter spun but the massive V-8 stayed silent. She popped the trunk and started to dig around for tools, and I let my boss know I’d be late returning to work—the car I was reviewing had died.
