Vic
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My GTS is about 4 years old, and none of my body panels have shifted, at least not yet, even after about 10 road race track events. Yes, its crudely built, but its wild and outrageous, sinister, yet beautiful, all at the same time.
To me, the SRT has no soul, yes, its got more power, better handling, and "pierce-form-set" methods of body attachment kicks *** all over shims and glue, no doubt. But its still anti-septic, neutered, morphed into a S2000 clone. Its this very level of sophistication where the SRT departs from the original spirit of Viper, a crude, rude car with a nasty "bite", it's lost its raw appeal, and worst of all, the SRT reminds me that Lutz left, the company got sold to a foreign interest, and that all makes me much less of a fan of the Gen3. I feel funny waving the flag over a car built by a foreign marque. Thats one of the things that first attracted me to the Viper, was the fact that it was designed and built in the good ole USA, and it made me proud to be an American. What kind of pride can you have in your own country's abilities when the final engineering and design decisions are made by a board of directors with German surnames? Nothing against Germans, they are fine people, make great quality things, but I live here in the States, and I like to root for the home team, and see my country do great things. The fact that Dodge is not owned by Americans makes me feel that Dodge is no longer an American brand, regardless of where its built. The ownership of the company is the authority, and I resent that an old American brand is not owned by Americans any more. I can't feel patriotic about Dodge products, and I can't feel the same way about the Viper ever again, not since DC took over, its not the same anymore. I'm not even interested in a Gen4 if it ever comes. The world has moved on without me. I guess I'll be stuck in the past from here on out. When you see me, I'll have my feet up on the porch, sipping a tall lemonade, and revel in old stories of Oreca and Olivier Berretta kicking asp at Le Mans, in a decidedly American car. Try not to disturb my illusions, and just say, "thats right, Vic, there never was a time like that again, those were the days, and there never will be a time like that again", then leave me be, to close my eyes in sweet dreams of Camelot.
To me, the SRT has no soul, yes, its got more power, better handling, and "pierce-form-set" methods of body attachment kicks *** all over shims and glue, no doubt. But its still anti-septic, neutered, morphed into a S2000 clone. Its this very level of sophistication where the SRT departs from the original spirit of Viper, a crude, rude car with a nasty "bite", it's lost its raw appeal, and worst of all, the SRT reminds me that Lutz left, the company got sold to a foreign interest, and that all makes me much less of a fan of the Gen3. I feel funny waving the flag over a car built by a foreign marque. Thats one of the things that first attracted me to the Viper, was the fact that it was designed and built in the good ole USA, and it made me proud to be an American. What kind of pride can you have in your own country's abilities when the final engineering and design decisions are made by a board of directors with German surnames? Nothing against Germans, they are fine people, make great quality things, but I live here in the States, and I like to root for the home team, and see my country do great things. The fact that Dodge is not owned by Americans makes me feel that Dodge is no longer an American brand, regardless of where its built. The ownership of the company is the authority, and I resent that an old American brand is not owned by Americans any more. I can't feel patriotic about Dodge products, and I can't feel the same way about the Viper ever again, not since DC took over, its not the same anymore. I'm not even interested in a Gen4 if it ever comes. The world has moved on without me. I guess I'll be stuck in the past from here on out. When you see me, I'll have my feet up on the porch, sipping a tall lemonade, and revel in old stories of Oreca and Olivier Berretta kicking asp at Le Mans, in a decidedly American car. Try not to disturb my illusions, and just say, "thats right, Vic, there never was a time like that again, those were the days, and there never will be a time like that again", then leave me be, to close my eyes in sweet dreams of Camelot.