Tiptoeing into Emilio's shop while the lights are out to hear some exhaust music is risky business. The enjoyment of driving the FJ is enhanced while listening to the mellow exhaust notes change as the silky smooth transmision slips through its gears. Not much need for the stereo when the exhaust notes mirror beethoven. Well, enought of this stealth symphony, I'd better hit the road before the hung over crew gets here.
