garolittle
Enthusiast
Moments after the transfer of title to the new owner of my RT/10, I caught one last glimpse the Snake as it slithered over the hill onto a highway. My mind wondered back to the days of cute girls squealing as I drove by and grown men breaking their necks in an attempt to catch a glimpse of this illusive car in action. Ahhh ... the thrills of owning a Viper in a small town. Although I plan on purchasing a newer version of this car next year, I am finding it difficult to deal with the absence of my first love. Any suggestions on dealing with the pain? Dear Abby? ... Jack Daniels?... ect... Thanks.