That’s,exactly,the color that Paula’s ‘19 Charger is. Just so you know; it’s apparently a blend of multiple reds. Her’s got scraped in a parking lot, and the touch up paint ordered by the dealership based on the paint code didn’t match. I had a custom color made by NAPA, and that wasn’t a true match either, though it was better than the dealers. So; be careful!At least I don’t have to carry it in the house.
I wanted something inconspicuous.
Yeah; it’s much easier getting in and out of my Laramie than that Charger!You know, I was a drag racer for years. I drove a 67 Camaro rally sport with a bored and stroked 454 with a tunnel ram on the street. It may have been the fastest car in Orlando in my day.
I still have a number of hot rods and love the power and speed. I guess I’ve never grown up. I think I’ll always be a teenager until I drop dead. You have to get older but you don’t have to grow up in my book.
When I hear the engine in this thing start remotely at over 700hp and I open the door, I feel like I’m still the teenager with the hot rod. I feel that way until I make that horrible groaning noise we all start to make it about age 65 when we get up from a chair or get in or out of a car.
Mopar or no car! (Kidding)