It isn’t every day a homologation myth steps out of a garage and dares you to drive it four hours on faith alone. But that’s exactly the sort of madness that keeps car culture breathing. Out in Pennsylvania—cornfields, low sun, air crisp enough to bite—the Winged Warrior blinked, stretched, and said: “Prove it.”
They did. Fresh from Carlisle, deal already inked, the Mopars5150 cr… (continue reading…)
