My two cents

For as long as I've known my wife she's wanted a muscle car. Now both of our vehicles have been just about driven into the ground, and I'm pushing her to get one. America's got no debtor's prison, run it until gets repoed, that's my motto. Besides which, if you've got a fast car and a couple of good guns, you've got no excuse not to be making money. In fact, tough economic times kind of demand it.

But the thing is, she can't make up her mind between a Camaro, Challenger, or Mustang.

I submit this as evidence that the only, and I mean only, choice is the Challenger.

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My requirements are different. I don't really give a shit about performance as long as the radio works and I can mount a pistol holster under the steering wheel. Meaning, my considerations run more like this:

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And, of course, this:

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