Yesterday the road course at Willow Springs (aka "The Fastest Track in the West") was witness to empirical proof of the creaminess of the '00-01 creampuffs. Several Vipers gathered for a track day with the Impala club (Verrrrrry nice attitude and lots of track time), along with various other cars, including a showroom stock BMW 330i. Well, the little 330 was parked next to the Red Witch (550 Maranello) in the paddock, and apparently the 5-5-0 was whispering in the little guy's ear about the notorious creaminess of the wimpy cammed late model Gen II's, such that by the afternoon session the 330's ~220 hp 6 banger was raring to get a piece of the big bad creampuff (which by the way, was also sporting a certain upgrade header/exhaust package supposedly good for 50 hp). Next thing you know the 330 was worked its way through traffic and gets the creamdog in its sights. Despite the best efforts of the poor creampuff, the 330 climbed up its ace and broke off a piece so big that ole' creamy won't be walking straight for a few days. It reminded me of one of the scenes from those wildlife shows when the proud (slow) elephant is taken down by a pack of dogs. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the Viper driver's fault - he was putting up respectable lap times (for a creampuff) - it was the car, Mars! And I don't want to hear anything about how "Oh, it's the driver," and "Gee, a good driver in a Miata can beat a Viper on a given day," blah, blah, blah! Fact remains, the '97 Big Boy that sleeps next to the little "330 That Could" has never, and would never, be taken down by the little grocery getter. SCOREBOARD. Face facts, Viper Nation, the Creampuffs are full of cream waiting to be lapped up by some Euro with sport suspension. Just a friendly word of warning - don't go into a gunfight at the Willow Springs Corral with a holster full of cream, or you too might have a little hitch in your giddee-up for a couple days.