Muscle cars are supposed to be as angry as Grizzly Bears jabbed with a hot poker and loud enough to cause rockslides. That’s true of the current crop, but there’s a new, bigger beast on the block that’s looking to destroy everything that stands it in its way: the building-flattening Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat, which brings a 6.2-liter supercharged Hemi V8 engine with 707 hp into the ring. If the Camaro Z/28 is a sharp-edged sword, the Challenger Hellcat is a warhammer.
Logic Need Not Apply
225 kilometers an hour? It’s 0.62, right? Why the hell can’t I figure it into miles? So 124 plus like 14 or 16 or…shit-shit-shit time to brake. Turns out mental math is a lot more difficult when solved howling down the main straight at Summit Point Motorsports Park in the most powerful sedan ever made.
The Brawler Gets Dressed Up
What has Ford wrought with the 2015 Mustang? It’s rumored to be better than the previous car in virtually every way, but dare we say, it’s also less American and less ‘Stang, at least on its face. In Ford’s quest to make the new Mustang a “world car”, they seem to have lost some of the car’s red, white and blue attitude.
Red, White and Blew Me Away
The Dodge Challenger first hit the scene in the ’70s to compete in the “Pony Car” market along side the Ford Mustang and Chevy Camaro. The third-generation Challenger (unveiled in 2006), retains cues from the ’70s version — hood scoops, round headlights, and an overall wide and flat design — to look every bit the American muscle car. New this year, the 2013 Dodge Challenger SRT8 Core ($40,000) is made for those who want a massively powerful 6.4-liter V8, but who don’t care about the $5,000 extras in the fully loaded SRT8.
Don't be ashamed of going topless
The wraps just came off the Corvette Stingray Convertible, which will be sold alongside the hardtop in the fourth quarter of 2013. Powered by the same potent 6.2-liter LT1 V8 engine with 450 hp, the convertible sheds the metal for a fully electronic top that can be deployed or retracted at speeds of up to 30 mph. It’s the perfect new recipe for fast, top-down driving, American style.
Where the rubber meets the drywall
You had posters of them tacked all over your walls as a kid, like some kind of auto-obsessed John Nash after weeks of skipping his meds. You dreamt of driving one up to the high school parking lot, simply to scoop up your cheerleader girlfriend and drag away into the sunset, waking even that sleeping…