2009 Dodge Challenger R/T
- 16 years ago
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The 2009 Dodge Challenger R/T wants to come home almost as badly as we do.
We're cranking along I-80 West on our way from suburban New York to Detroit — to Woodward Avenue, in fact. We're hauling up on the dudes in Hyundais and swerving around RSXs. These people are looking at us like we've got lobsters crawling out of our eye sockets. This isn't the Challenger's bag, man.
This modern-day muscle/pony car might be constructed in a plant near Toronto, but it will always be ""from Detroit."" And no location in Detroit will ever be quite as friendly to the Challenger as Woodward Avenue — particularly during the traditional Dream Cruise in mid-August. This unwieldy, non-organized, traffic-snarled, oldies-blaring orgy of angry exhaust and gasoline stench is the Challenger's turf. Here, fart-can-exhaust Civic owners meet flat-black retro-rod rockabilly dudes, who meet hyperaggressive Camaro-driving burnouts, who meet fat old men with their poodle-skirt-wearing wives, who meet non-automotive-related standard-issue freak shows in aluminum foil hats and carrying half-full trash bags. It's a mess.
But everyone seems to dig the 2009 Dodge Challenger R/T.
http://www.edmunds.com/insideline/do/...
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The 2009 Dodge Challenger R/T wants to come home almost as badly as we do.
We're cranking along I-80 West on our way from suburban New York to Detroit — to Woodward Avenue, in fact. We're hauling up on the dudes in Hyundais and swerving around RSXs. These people are looking at us like we've got lobsters crawling out of our eye sockets. This isn't the Challenger's bag, man.
This modern-day muscle/pony car might be constructed in a plant near Toronto, but it will always be ""from Detroit."" And no location in Detroit will ever be quite as friendly to the Challenger as Woodward Avenue — particularly during the traditional Dream Cruise in mid-August. This unwieldy, non-organized, traffic-snarled, oldies-blaring orgy of angry exhaust and gasoline stench is the Challenger's turf. Here, fart-can-exhaust Civic owners meet flat-black retro-rod rockabilly dudes, who meet hyperaggressive Camaro-driving burnouts, who meet fat old men with their poodle-skirt-wearing wives, who meet non-automotive-related standard-issue freak shows in aluminum foil hats and carrying half-full trash bags. It's a mess.
But everyone seems to dig the 2009 Dodge Challenger R/T.