If there was a way to quickly describe the merits of Dodges’ latest SRT Hellcat installment, it would be like a Vegas night shit show. After a night of heavy partying and falling for an off-the-strip hooker that rocked more than our world, we end married by an Elvis impersonating Priest only to wake up the next morning wondering what the hell we just did and who the hell is that next to us. It’s then we discovered she’s a little older, a little crazier and after ten years of marriage and two kids, we’re still sucked into her tangled web of unruly bedroom talents. Welcome to the life of a Durango SRT Hellcat.
Okay, maybe we’re over exaggerating … but that’s also the Hellcat way. Everything is a little over the top. It’s what we come to expect with 710-horsepower piping between our legs hitting that fizzy area that…
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