I happed to go by this Charger that was waiting at the light to change at one stop light. Just so happened that I hit it right to roll through. As I did it seemed to me that the Charger (with skinny stock like tires) was pushing hard, so of corse I gave the old truck some juice at kept the Mopar at bay. Then we hit another stop light. I look over and it's some chick just non shelontly smoking. So I figured that I must be crazy and maybe a little paranoid. When the light turns green this chick hammers it off the line while I was taking off a bit easy to see how she left (Like guys do). Well there was no doubt what her intensions were so I dropped the hammer on my big gas guzzler and began a chase that slolwy but surely became a frivlous endevor. The 6.0 may have similar power to the Hemi, but it couln't close the gap with that chick in the Charger! She let off after it was clear she was walking me, so I did too. Haha...All I could do was grin. I wanted to give her a thumbs up, but....I figured she was to busy smoking her cigerett to care and I turned off onto my next exit.
Damn I'm going to have to call Jost and have a few ponies tuned into this pig...that just aint right!
