Diesel. It’s not just for parsimonious old WASPS, pre-suburban Brooklyn heterosexuals, Mississippi fiber-optic cable installers, and hirsute long-distance pumpkin haulers anymore. Now that it’s in my monthly car column in Men’s Fitness–the third best magazine with Men’s in the title–it’s also for twenty-something Midwestern juice-heads. Celebrate this crude mainstreaming by clicking the thumbnail above once, then again, to view a crappy scan. Or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.
