I like the letter “D.” Maybe it’s because it reminds me of math class? Or the conversation I had with my counselor about the fact that if I don’t stop showing up at high school football games with a liter or gin hidden in my coat, I’ll end up getting “all D.”

But hey. There are good D’s, too. Jokes about Dingleberries. Dumbasses who think they know about cars. Cities like Denver, Dookervortski and Dunjab. Even foods like Double Vanilla Latte… Dang.

And then… there’s cars. Our cars. Cool Car. Damn cool cars. Behold… The D’s.