Ever sit up at four in the morning and stare into the abyss that is your bedroom ceiling while your brother is in the other half of the room singing mister blue sky while swinging a lightsaber like he's a Jedi knight ready to catch Count Dooku on a bald eagle in the land of zendikar while link rides his loftwing into the twilight realm balls deep in a squealing hog? That's what it feels like to drive a Ford F-150 stimulate your senses.