Recently, I needed to make a trip so I rented a 2013 Dodge Challenger, this car was not by choice but by availability. Lucky me, no just the blessing.  As I look at this Challenger it is shy and unassuming.   Until I touched her handle and yes I said her. Normally, I drive Dodge Ram trucks and they are manly men but she was different when I  first touched her she smiled at me with her quick lowering window.

As I sat in the seat I was wrapped in leather that assured me that it was going to be smooth ride.  It was evident that I was safe with her and she had all of the safety precautions handled. There was a push button start , I pushed it because I was ready for her to purr… silence no song, no lights just silence. I look up and see my wife and the being the Queen that she is, just smiled and said “safety first, you don’t start any car without stepping on the brakes first.” Thank God for a Proverbs 31 woman. Next sweet purring music to my ears.  Now the Dodge Challenger is winking at me from the electronic instrument panel but her analog speedometer suggests a classy lady with vintage charm.

When I step outside to check for damage her black skin covers curves that are more May West than Kim Kardashian.  The only jewelry she is wearing are silver earrings over the gas cap and the big HEMI on her finger. We are ready to dance, she cracks a smile again and I close the door, we are off.

She’s screaming Rock n Roll from the radio so I quickly grab the reigns and change the XM Satellite Radio channel to Hip Hop – there you go, no wait – R&B real mellow. It is little too soon for R&B so I will turn to  Ol Skool Hip Hop. Now we are on the same wave length.

She pulls on to the highway and she knows what do to up here.  I press the pedal and she gives me instant response but no more than I can handle. It is time to get up to speed and with out hesitation we are riding with the rest of the party. Safety measures  abound now I see that she has a dual radio display one in the dash. I look right and there is another man grinning at me and giving the thumbs up sign. Then it is apparent that he is looking at the car. I return the gesture and step on it to get her away from the other admirers.

We can relax now the initial nervousness is gone. I set the cruise control and I notice the words ECO. Now she is saving me money, oh what a find.  The Dodge Challenger could handle every situation on the road.   She hugs the curves and devours the straight-aways.

When she got into traffic and the other cars pushed up on her she transformed to an intuitive ninja or maybe a geisha ready to serve on any occasion.  I could feel the electronic breaks slow her down when I got out of the throttle.  But as soon as I needed more, a quick burst  from the HEMI was right there waiting for me. This is a road warrior’s fantasy car.

I really did not discover her sporty side until late in the return trip when I saw the rally sport button.  A firm pat, then push of the  pedal and this car moved  smother and much faster to passing gear than anything I ever had the pleasure of driving.  I passed six cars in an Alabama Minute.  Oh, but it is too late

I must feed her and take her home.  Ever the Lady she didn’t require much.  The gas was the  considerably  less than I suspected especially considering how I tested the majority of the features.

I finished the short experience with some Latin tunes because this baby was saucy. Oh no what about Jazz – Not enough time. I turned the music off because I want to carry the sound of that HEMI breathing with me until the next time.

What is your best driving experience?