One doubts that the word "lightening" has ever been applied to the car, and its suspension, though improved with the Scat Pack's performance version, is workaday. Try to manage the car over a technical off-camber turn, and it wallows like a drunken harbor seal.
The Challenger is a petrol bath for pent-up souls.
It is a bad 1970s detective TV show, walrus mustaches and all, writ into metal.
Pretty soon everyone had piled in for at least a loop around our backwoods roads-sometimes twice. I started taking different routes lest the nearest other neighbors (who didn't get invited) get annoyed. It's hard to be discrete in a vivid purple muscle car.