Venomous - Viper

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Imagine something forged in the fires of Mount Doom, styled with a crayon by Picasso on a particularly abstract day, and powered by what I can only assume is every ounce of America’s leftover space rocket fuel. That’s the Viper. It’s as subtle as a brick through your window and as gentle as a sledgehammer to your senses.

It was the raw, unbridled American answer to the question nobody dared to ask: “What if we made a car that was basically a four-wheeled, ground-level fighter jet without any of the boring safety features?”
With its monstrous 8.0-liter V10 engine, driving it was like strapping yourself to an enraged bull.

Yet, despite all this—or perhaps because of it—the Viper became a legend. It was pure, undiluted motoring theater. It didn’t just drive; it assaulted the road, leaving both driver and onlookers slightly terrified and thoroughly thrilled. Driving the Viper didn’t require mere skills; it demanded braver and a touch of madness.

Water and scratch resistant