Dear Challenger,
Oh how I count the days. I know we have not met in
person but somehow I know you are the one. I looked
through the online catalog and by virtue of the options
and features you possess I knew you were the one. I
had to have you. I know its wierd. I've never ordered
a car before but I don't think it cheapens the special
nature of our relationship. Since first laying eyes
on your oldest sister just a short couple of years ago,
I knew I was in love. Alas, she was not meant to be
with her long front end and true hard top. But you,
you came to be and are quite to my liking with your
black pearl coat, funtional hood scoops and modest
spoiler. Five months have passed and now we are so
close to you coming home I can hardly stand it. I
know you're there waiting in immigration at the train
terminal. Waiting, to come to a loving and happy home.
Come home!! Get your KZ papers and come to pappa!!
Love,
Your New Owner
P.S. Tell all of your sisters to quit primping and get
on the train too!! We don't care if you all don't have
hood stripes or performance tires, there are tons of
lonely Challenger lovers waiting!!
