71Beeper
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"they told us we couldn't sell Hemi's" ..... WHAT ? Who the hell "told" you, you couldn't sell hemi's ??? The government ?? The green freak whackos ?? Guess what ... they can stick their battery crap where the sun don't shine. The customer tells you what you can and cannot sell. This customer will take the ICE.
Amen Brother...Who do they think is going to buy a 2-DOOR electric Charger ? Why didn't they offer the iconic design on the modern hemi cars, instead of fleet 4-door cop cars ? Yeah, I love my 2 modern hemis, but I would've been knockin' on the dealer door to buy a 2-door HEMI Charger in a nanosecond... as long as the design was as close as what they did with the Challenger. I could be way off base here, but... fakin' shakin' and boom-box muffler sounds ain't gonna get me to plunk down a penny for an electric appliance-on-wheels. If I'm on my own island with this thought... so be it.
If that's what they think it's only all about, they've never driven a musclecar. It's the "feel".... sitting with one hand wrapped on the steering wheel, the other tightly gripped on the shifter... the shake and rumble of the car as you blip the throttle... it's the "sound" ... of the rumble of the exhaust drowning out your crappy radio, as you hear your opponent rumble next to you... it's the "smell"... of liquified dinosaur atoms exploding out the tailpipes, then rubber annihilating away asphalt into plumes of smoke... it's the "sight", of that hood scoop sucking in gobs of atmosphere... it's the "physical interaction" between you and your machine, together as one, as you mash your foot on the accelerator into kingdom come while you dump the clutch in unison, and feel the force trying to slam you out the back window, as you watch the front of your car try to launch into orbit... ramming gears one by one, left foot on pedal & right hand on shifter, both ratcheting at blinding speed, all the while still trying to bury the accelerator pedal through the floor... and, if all goes well... the "taste" of victory. These are only some of the total experiences of driving a musclecar. Speed... obviously important, is not the only thing it's all about.0-60 time don't mean **** if you can't get people to own any
If that's what they think it's only all about, they've never driven a musclecar. It's the "feel".... sitting with one hand wrapped on the steering wheel, the other tightly gripped on the shifter... the shake and rumble of the car as you blip the throttle... it's the "sound" ... of the rumble of the exhaust drowning out your crappy radio, as you hear your opponent rumble next to you... it's the "smell"... of liquified dinosaur atoms exploding out the tailpipes, then rubber annihilating away asphalt into plumes of smoke... it's the "sight", of that hood scoop sucking in gobs of atmosphere... it's the "physical interaction" between you and your machine, together as one, as you mash your foot on the accelerator into kingdom come while you dump the clutch in unison, and feel the force trying to slam you out the back window, as you watch the front of your car try to launch into orbit... ramming gears one by one, left foot on pedal & right hand on shifter, both ratcheting at blinding speed, all the while still trying to bury the accelerator pedal through the floor... and, if all goes well... the "taste" of victory. These are only some of the total experiences of driving a musclecar. Speed... obviously important, is not the only thing it's all about.
Can we make this a "Sticky" or "Mission Statement"?If that's what they think it's only all about, they've never driven a musclecar. It's the "feel".... sitting with one hand wrapped on the steering wheel, the other tightly gripped on the shifter... the shake and rumble of the car as you blip the throttle... it's the "sound" ... of the rumble of the exhaust drowning out your crappy radio, as you hear your opponent rumble next to you... it's the "smell"... of liquified dinosaur atoms exploding out the tailpipes, then rubber annihilating away asphalt into plumes of smoke... it's the "sight", of that hood scoop sucking in gobs of atmosphere... it's the "physical interaction" between you and your machine, together as one, as you mash your foot on the accelerator into kingdom come while you dump the clutch in unison, and feel the force trying to slam you out the back window, as you watch the front of your car try to launch into orbit... ramming gears one by one, left foot on pedal & right hand on shifter, both ratcheting at blinding speed, all the while still trying to bury the accelerator pedal through the floor... and, if all goes well... the "taste" of victory. These are only some of the total experiences of driving a musclecar. Speed... obviously important, is not the only thing it's all about.