Spending a few hours at the Grand Canyon, snapping off photo after photo, I’m completely mesmerized by the sheer size and grandiosity of the gorge.
However, man made objects just can’t quite compete with nature, or at least nature of this magnitude. The Chevy Silverado Trail Boss is quite a looker, and if it wasn’t for the plentiful elk, the occasional big-horned sheep, and the absolutely breathtaking Grand Canyon itself, this truck may just be the most noticeable attraction in the entire park. Fortunately, I purchased a yearlong pass to all the American national parks just a few weeks ago, so I’m waved in like a seasoned veteran by the park ranger, who appears impressed by the truck’s extra lift and 18-inch high gloss black aluminum wheels. 460 pound-feet torque makes the climb a simple task, and before I know it, we’re nearing Grand Canyon National Park. Again, the Trail Boss obliges my command, easily scaling every single stretch of highway. I’m still making great time.ĭeep in Arizona, the highway begins to elevate into the 2,600-ft. Perhaps it’s for the best, since there are plenty of police out today, but the Silverado Trail Boss tops out at 97 mph. Long before I reach the Arizona state line, it becomes apparent that someone has installed a governor on the engine. With the playlist booming and the sun beating down - the thermometer reads 107-degrees outside, but the internal cabin temperature is a balmy 72 - it’s a hard charge through the Mojave National Preserve. Fortunately, the Apple CarPlay and in-car WiFi come in handy, providing hours of road trip entertainment. It’s a seemingly endless stretch of road that connects the two states by barren desert. The 320 miles between Barstow, CA and Williams, AZ make up the bulk of this journey. The Silverado Trail Boss is the perfect companion, as its stripped down, no frills interior and rugged-yet-flashy-red exterior keep the focus on what’s most important: The drive. The historical reference is almost an ironic metaphor, as I go against the migratory grain in search of new land and lush territory. No doubt this is the same desolate desert terrain that so many Okies traveled during the Great Depression. Now at Barstow, I head east on I-40 for the bulk of this trip, which parallels the famous Route 66. It’s an easy scale up into the high desert, and just an hour into this trip, I can already feel the power and force of this magnificent machine. Presented with the challenge of climbing 3,800 feet, I immediately crank down on the accelerator, giving the Trail Boss the juice she desires. Sitting high above the line of sight of everyone else on this early commute, I take it easy on the V8 6.2-liter engine until I reach the Cajon Pass on I-15 north. There literally is no vehicle better suited for this massive road trip than the Silverado Custom Trail Boss, and I’m determined to push this beast to its uppermost limits and furthest reaches.ĭeparting LA at 7 a.m., it’s straight on to I-10 west, where the Trail Boss easily dwarfs every other car and pickup out there. In fact, they don’t even exist because in the Chevy Silverado Custom Trail Boss, I’m the king of the road.īig rides are meant for big drives, and on this occasion it’s 490 miles from Los Angeles to the south rim of the Grand Canyon. Steamrolling down the road, none of the other cars matter.
There’s a mighty feeling when you’re driving the biggest, baddest truck on the highway.
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