This car is what it is: a muscle car that won't pretend it's something it's not, and if you expected something else from it, it will make you forget about it with every stomp of the gas pedal. And believe me, I've been in one of these. Each. And every. Stomp. Even if I loathe the Challenger of our times, this car has a strange presence that assures you, as the driver and owner, that you don't ride something run-of-the-mill. And it is stupid-fun in the street, where it belongs. Solid cool, surprisingly.