“Well shit, I thought you got lost back there with the rest of them!” said GM, swinging his right hand forward in a hearty handshake as Hummer stepped onto his porch.

“Naw. We got stuck back there for a little bit, but we was always around. You know, dippin’ into military contracts and whatnot.”

GM nodded and handed Hummer a PBR as they both took a seat on GM’s front steps. They sipped quietly for a moment before GM spoke up.

“You know, if I had to guess, I’d say it would be Pontiac trudging up my drive, maybe as a Holden or somethin’. Wearing some new clothes, you know?”

Hummer looked off into the distance, taking another drink.

“Nah.”

Hummer put down its PBR.

“We all know you don’t do that cool shit no more.”

GM looked back at Hummer, drawing the truck brand’s gaze. Initially taken back, GM then shrugged in agreement, cracking open another beer.

“I guess.”