You may have missed the point; the photo is a sharing of the anxiety provoking experience of these poor-but-simple men (father and son) delivering the SRT-10.
I negotiated the purchase long distance. This was a VERY rural dealer. They transported with reluctance. They "went out and rented ourselves the best trailer y'all can get."
Took them 7 hours to get here (5 hour drive), got lost twice after getting off the highway.
If I could change my own avatar...you need to see the other photo...can send by e-mail.
The father and son team arrived, and they could not have been nicer, but...
They had no idea what they were transporting ("What is this thang?") and did not know how to get it off the trailer. Not a clue.
I took two Xanax and rested on the curb humming "Welcome to the Jungle"
They had brought (you need to see the photo), two mismatched boards.
They were taking back my Harley in trade (which they had never ridden either).
Despite what looks like a scene from Hee Haw, the Viper had not one blem of any kind anywhere. It was meticulous. It had been in storage since "no one down here can afford the dang thing."
The purpose of using this as my initial avatar (although the other photo is much funnier) was to share the experience with you.
At one point they were within paper thickness of the pavement.
They spoke very little, but they "yes'm'ed a lot.
Enjoy it.
Alice