I follow with photographer Brian in tow and take advantage of Angus' run before me. We're able to get on the throttle sooner and longer and take better advantage of the straightaways. As with our previous attempts, the big Dodge responds without complaint -- surging ahead to 140 mph, then 150. The climb past 160 mph takes a few heartbeats longer, the needle arcing slowly past the penultimate number on the speedo: Next stop, 180 mph.
"...161...<click>...163...<click>..." calls out Brian as he snaps off shots of the digital speedo from the back seat.
My eyes don't leave the road ahead, though I probably could take at least one hand off of the wheel -- so stable is the Challenger at this speed.
"...165...<click>...168..<click>."
There is no lightness in the steering, no harmonic speed wobble or front end lift to indicate instability. The only evidence of our stunning velocity is the roar and blur of the outside world through the glass. Very impressive.
"...171...<click>...173...<click>"
Ahead is the same set of gentle sweepers for which Angus had to lift, so I do the same. Gently off the gas, I cover the brake pedal but do not depress it. We coast smoothly -- at well over 160 mph -- through a gentle right then left. Unfortunately, there's not enough roadway left for another attempt, so 173 will have to do; our high-speed run has put us behind schedule.
News of our 173-mph run lightens everyone's mood. Says Angus: "Amazing.
Ten years ago, if you did 170 in an American car you could only be talking about a Corvette or Viper. You know -- a proper sports car -- not a big coupe."
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