I had a most glorious dream the other night; a dream that those who appreciate the Hemi Orange cars might appreciate.
It was a glorious October afternoon (in my dream) with maple leaves the color of Tor-Red, Detonator Yellow and Hemi Orange. I decided it would be a fine afternoon for a drive in my sports car, so I donned my jaunty driving hat and headed to the garage.
When I opened the garage door, there sat not my 2010 Hemi Orange Challenger R/T, but my old 1969 Hemi Roadrunner decked out in Hemi Orange with bold black stripes running from hood intakes to fender. The car looked liquid in the warm autumn sun.
I touched the ignition key and the 426 Hemi roared to life. I feathered the gas pedal until it could idle on it's own, making that luscious rump-rump-rump-rump-duh-duddah-duh-duddah-duh-duddah-duh-duddah-rump-rump-rump-rump that we all knew so well. The intoxicating aroma of raw high octane leaded fuel exhaust filled the air.
I eased out the clutch and backed out of the garage. I drove off into the sunset in my "Hemi Orange 1969 Hemi Roadrunner R/T".
Look, I know there was never a Roadrunner R/T, but there should have been.
And for just a short time, I think I actually had one.
Hemi Orange 2010 Challenger R/T - 6-speed