Monday, November 26, 2018

Trundlin' Off to GrandMaMa's House in Style...




Dodge Hellcats changed Thar Stripes for the 2016 model year. (Image source: autoblog.com)
As Who let 'em Doggies Out? Or is that the sublime whine of a  Supercharger instead?

So it's become quite a Bitamyte of a running joke lately that my various outings are inspired as "blog Material" gathering sessions; Hya! which isn't really true, but in some cases...

Like going to Turkey-Lurkey Day's (Thanksgiving) Dinner in Grand Fashion, unbeknownst to Mwah. As the day began hilariously here in Florence when Ye Power went out for approximately an hour's time just minutes after 11AM. Hmm? Musing to Thyself that perhaps Florence's Power Grid couldn't handle thou demand of everybody cookin' Thar Turkey's at once, Eh?

Not to mention it was raining all morning long, before Colin knocked upon the door and cheekily told me he had a surprise waiting outside for me... Nearing the garage I mused to Thyself, that Ain't the Durango', as somme-thun' sat outside rumblin' away angrily, menacingly albeit in muted tone.



Whiskey-Tango-foxtrot indeedy! As I was being escorted to the front seat of a Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat; SHIT! Presumably a 2018 model? (Which I've subsequently learned it was indeed a Brand New 2018 model...) As I marveled over how quiet this modern day Muscle Car was burbling away in thou Driveway!

Holy Hemispheric Combustion Chambers Batman!

As our Affable chauffer Larry drove off in "Eco Mode," which he claimed was much more manageable for driving in the Rain. Noting that we'd be stopping back off at the Scene of The Crime, as Colin wanted me to feel the Hellcat's Fury unleashed; Err true power, where they'd previously done a Burnout at a nearby business! Or was it thou local Parish, instead?

As I never truly even remotely guessed I'd ever ride in a Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat! Which is a very amazing modern day 4-Door Sedan, or as Larry enjoys calling it, his "Grocery Getter!"

As I'd have to guess that this is the highest horsepower "Street legal" vehicle I've ever ridden in. With a whopping 707Bhp produced by its "blown" 6.2-litre Hemi V-8, eschewing a massive 650 foot-pounds of Torque; Yowzah!

For which Claudio's informed me that he remembers the 'Ol 392 Cast Iron block being a favourite of Drag Racers Wayback' in the Day. Although ARSE-Sumedly this modern day's Charger Hellcat's 392cid V-8 block's been updated...


Coming to full Stop, Larry casually changed the car's driving characteristics outta Eco-mode into a more sinister, foot poundin' Loud Pedal Blisterin' tyre's "launch mode!" Before saying ready?

then being immediately thrust backwards into my seat as a Narly, Snarlin' noise emanated from the immediately tortured rear rubber, I felt us momentarily hooking up traction-wise as Larry said that's enough - After having let this Beast Slither slightly sideways in its forwards Crab-walk in the blink  of an Eye; Aye Karumba!

And as we leisurely drove the rest of the way towards GrandMaMa's House, with a wide smile upon my face. Larry felt obliged to recant lore of his having Blown Away a modern-day's Ford GT350-R on the Freeway in Southern California. Noting how he'd rolled-up upon a lowered Infinity and the hapless Ford.

Waiting to hear if the Ford would downshift upon his arrival, Larry noted how he'd let the "Seamless Shift" 8-speed Auto-Transmission do the shifting after dropping down one gear, and proceeded to smartly pull away from the Ford from their rolling 75mph start!

Nonchalantly noting it really wasn't a contest, since the Ford only sported a "measly" 560bhp compared to the Hellcat's 707! And what did the FoMoCo' Guy think would happen on a long, straight stretch of Interstate Highway...

And Larry's apparently quite the Car Guy, who's apparently had a bevy 'O Chrysler; Err Dodge products, for which I cannot remember what they were, other than various Charger Hellcat predecessors. Along with noting owning a Camaro ZL1 briefly...

Yet what blew me away about the Charger was how Docile it was, as it was Uber Quiet inside the cabin, perhaps aided by the precipitation, and our mild pace.

Not to mention that it not only featured Fiat-Chrysler's version of Porsche's "Tip-tronic" style dual mode automatic transmission, but also came equipped with paddle shifters upon the steering wheel, for those daring enough to utilize the "Sport & Track" mode.

As the car just felt silky smooth to Mwah, noting how it didn't feel like it was lumbering, or protesting being driven so mildly, never Shuddering or Stuttering for which many high horsepower muscle-cars are prone to do!

Although I never, ever got to hear the scintillating whine of its supercharger. For which Larry assured me, when opened at full throttle, and the exhaust opens up along with its secondary "Gears," is quite the Screaming Banshee! Not that he knew; Honest, Wink-Wink, Nudge-Nudge...

After letting the car sit idling somberly in the driveway. when exiting the car, I could discern it's muscular stance and notice the twin black center  stripes down the hood
of the predominantly whitecar, a la Shelby GT-350 treatment. Albeit these were tastefully done, with a small center gap between the smaller width twin stripes running nose to tail over the car's body.

Having since learned that Dodge's Factory option for this stripe treatment began in 2016 and they call these graphics Carbon...


As I wished I'd asked  Larry many more questions about this wonderful Beast, as the car left me most impressed! Especially since it's so unique in today's plethora of everybody driving Jelly Bean SUV's or small Sedans, or E-Gad's, PickemUp' Trucks!

And to think, this isn't even Fiat-Chrysler's "Pony Car" entry, which presumably would be the Dodge Challenger instead.

While this Charger SRT Hellcat makes me think of the long forgotten Ford Taurus SHO Sedan, albeit this Charger model's most definitely on Steroids!

Which makes me wish somehow Thar was a "2-door" Challenger competition version to go Head-to-Head with the Corvette C7R and Ford GT in IMSA Sports Car racing, although Me Thinks these Dodge's are aimed at the Flatliner Stoplight-to-Stoplight Crowds instead...


As Thanxs for the Ride, Larry, and in the immortal words 'O No Fenders Moniker King Randal, your ride's definitely Bitchin!

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