Well, wasn't THAT a childish evening spent roaring down the interstate just to hear the juicy roar of the 6.1-liter Hemi V-8! Yes, there was some stupid driving going down on I-94 last night, and I was right in the middle of it. But imagine my surprise and delight to pop out from behind a semi and onto my exit ramp, only to find a blinding refrigerator white 300C (a great color for this car) in front of me at the top of the ramp. I burbled along sweetly behind it for about a mile and a half, then just flattened the accelerator, which set off a sort of two-step power surge which sounded like ROAR, then RROOOAARRRR!! As I shot past and into the dark.
It felt as cathartic as shooting off a hand cannon. Pardon me.
Jean Jennings, President & Editor-in-Chief