epegasus

It's more of a Perma-grin. My wife has to massage my jowls during the night to keep my fascial muscles from locking up. And I must give a gigantic shout out to the missus for going along with my insanity. Shoot, the car is in her name because she wanted me to have what has been an obsession since I first saw the concept car. I've been so dissapointed by so many concept cars that got watered down to nothing. I am still stunned by how close they were able to keep the Challenger to the dream. The designers and engineers NAILED it. Shame they weren't given a clean piece of paper, though. Imagine if this bad boy weighed 3200 lbs? But I'm not complaining. I have no plans to street race this baby. A little open road play and back roads 2 step but I've got nothing to prove from one stop light to the next. Besides, how can everyone see how beautiful the car makes me look if I'm bombing by at Mach 3?