Skunkenstein!

Poetry in motion is quite the overused cliché, so I shall spare you the comment, but needless to say, it is one thing to see a car sitting still at a show and quite another to see it moving. Show cars are appreciated calmly, show cars on the freeway are greeted with enthusiasm and perhaps even measured use of one’s horn in acknowledgement.

So where does that leave actually experiencing the car? Especially when you manage to take one of San Francisco’s most scenic roads, a serpentine series of hairpins that double-dog dare you to go too fast while admiring the view. Driving a Charger at all in San Francisco seems no mean feat; driving the Charger on that road as if you’re Swede Savage is another thing altogether, and it makes me wish that I could do the same with a car that I can call mine.

All in all, I’d say Dave and I had an enjoyable jaunt through the Bay Area – plus some very high quality crab louie – and I came back with some pretty cool pictures of a real R/T SE that’s not afraid of being driven. It's a perfect way to say goodbye to San Francisco.