Muscle Car

We saw a granny driving a brand new muscle car today. That’s right. An old lady was behind the wheel of a shiny black Dodge Challenger with an extra large hood scoop. This was not a run-of-the-mill Challenger; based on the rumbling, it appeared to include the supercharged 6.4L Hemi SRT Hellcat V8 engine. She had short, blue-gray, hair-dresser-styled hair and was the type person you would expect to see behind the wheel of a Mercury Grand Marquis or a twenty-year-old Cadillac. Vrooommm, Granny!

The old guy sitting in the passenger seat looked older and shorter than his driver, probably couldn’t have seen over top of the steering wheel if he’d tried. We guessed the Dodge was his dream car and that by the time he could finally afford it, he was too old and short to drive it himself. He was probably thinking, “old-age shrinkage sucks,” as he handed the keys over to his partner. Good thing he’s got a hotrod mama to do the driving for him.

Perhaps this is something George and I can aspire to. Let the car-shopping begin.

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