We were doing some image ads for our Ford Dealer last October and we were shooting all the premium cars on the lot (of course the Mustang was included) and the Viper was one of them. So when we were finished with it I gently opened the door and slid in. I'm not that tall so it was a good fit. I ran my hand across the dash and then over the steering wheel. Quickly I dropped down and turned the key. She rumbled. My pulse quickened and I knew the time was right. As if it was second nature I stabbed the throttle a few times only to be rewarded with the sweet music-like rumble of her exhaust. I was blind with power... which only mad the eight foot drive to the parking space suck...
I was king for 38.5 seconds.
Oh well, technically I drove one
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66 Tahoe Turquoise Coupe
Laser Red 96GT Ragtop
30 Years & 30 inches apart in the driveway!