I found this at the Consumer Reports car blog site. At least one of their employees preferred the Viper.
Cliff Weathers: After a few hours with the Viper down on two-lane roads in upstate New York, I emerge with that involuntary smile you see on people who just disembarked a rollercoaster. The endorphins are teeming, my head is swimming, and I swear I've got a bruise or two. Was it fun? Yeah! Did it scare me? Heck, yeah! Would I like to go for another ride? Sure, just as soon as my heart stops playing the drum solo from "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida!"
This is the way you're supposed to feel after driving a sports car. You're not supposed to feel like you've spent a day at the spa. You're not supposed to feel mellow. You're supposed to feel like you surfed the Banzai Pipeline or scaled Castle Crags. Massaging seats, touch-screen displays, and push-button door releases? Not on your life!
Not only is the Viper a brutally honest sports car without a hint of fluff, it's also the car to be seen in. Tooling around town in it is like morphing into Batman. All heads turn, kids scream, parking valets flag you down, and cops forget their danishes.
Trust me, you do not get have this much fun or attract this kind of attention in a Porsche 911 or Chevy Corvette.
Cliff Weathers: After a few hours with the Viper down on two-lane roads in upstate New York, I emerge with that involuntary smile you see on people who just disembarked a rollercoaster. The endorphins are teeming, my head is swimming, and I swear I've got a bruise or two. Was it fun? Yeah! Did it scare me? Heck, yeah! Would I like to go for another ride? Sure, just as soon as my heart stops playing the drum solo from "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida!"
This is the way you're supposed to feel after driving a sports car. You're not supposed to feel like you've spent a day at the spa. You're not supposed to feel mellow. You're supposed to feel like you surfed the Banzai Pipeline or scaled Castle Crags. Massaging seats, touch-screen displays, and push-button door releases? Not on your life!
Not only is the Viper a brutally honest sports car without a hint of fluff, it's also the car to be seen in. Tooling around town in it is like morphing into Batman. All heads turn, kids scream, parking valets flag you down, and cops forget their danishes.
Trust me, you do not get have this much fun or attract this kind of attention in a Porsche 911 or Chevy Corvette.