I return today from a week spent reuniting with family at a state park in Middle Tennessee, where I was raised (the state, I mean, not the state park). I didn’t spot any hybrids, but this scrappy, rusting gem — sitting in a patch of grass off the highway, next to a sunken old garage I believe doubles as a used car dealership and quite possibly a residence — shows that even in rural America, they know the value of fuel efficiency.

Happy Independence Day, y’all.