Solid Block of Ise

Yesterday was Wheels-cruising here in town. Of course, as usual I didn’t know about it until it was over.

But yesterday evening as I was walking back to my apartment I had to cross the street not far from it. It’s a red light and I pushed the button to signal my wish to cross. A few cars are pulling up, but the light will turn and stop them.

And lo and behold, the second car was my dream car. A 1968 Dodge Charger. I was rubbernecking like crazy while crossing the street, staring at this muscle-car legend. It was a very dark bottle-green, not the color I’d prefer, and it had the horribly ugly vinyl-roof, but it was an actual Charger.

It had R/T badging and I could hear the large 440 V8 burbling and gurgling happily while the driver waited for the light to turn green again. I crossed the street, a few moments later the light went green and the burbling disappeared, replaced with a godlike thunder as the driver opened the throttle and accelerated.

It was glorious.

Update: In case you’re wondering what the abovementioned godlike thunder sounds like, I give you this Youtube-video: