So I'm at the Tail of the Dragon trip. Friday evening we ate dinner and then people split up to do whatever for the rest of the night. Four of us drove out to Gatlinburg in 2 cars just to drive a little bit more before calling it a night (I had only driven about 450 miles that day to this point, not quite enough). Anywho, Chad rode shotgun in my yellow Viper. As we're sitting at a stop light in Gatlinburg, a guy in his mid-20's leans out of the back window of the car next to us and says....
"That thing fuel injected?"
I hesitated at first because I couldn't believe that he had actually just asked me that. We politely said yes and kept driving. Definitely became a fun joke for the rest of the weekend
Ah the adventures you have when driving a Viper.
"That thing fuel injected?"
I hesitated at first because I couldn't believe that he had actually just asked me that. We politely said yes and kept driving. Definitely became a fun joke for the rest of the weekend
Ah the adventures you have when driving a Viper.