You kinda blew it, Dodge!

So the Dodge Challenger SRT Demon is all official now and everyone is drooling over the spec sheet. I can’t blame you for doing that. The Demon is an incredible machine and pretty much gives both Ford and Chevrolet the finger, but there’s a bit of problem. Once you’re done with the champagne over the juicy 840-horsepower rating and the ridiculous 0-to-60 and quarter-mile times, go check the transmission section. See? There’s no manual. Now why would you build the ultimate road-legal dragster and sell it with an automatic transmission only?


Okay, I get that the eight-speed auto makes the damn thing go faster and inexperienced drivers may do some damage to the drivetrain with a manual, but at least give enthusiasts an option. Let’s face it, many Demon customers will probably buy it so they can finally have that road-legal Drag Pak they’ve been dreaming about. Not giving them the option for a stick and a clutch pedal is like selling burgers without the meat. Sure, they could be really tasty and have the most exclusive ketchup in the world, but they still lack the essential ingredient in a burger: the juicy meat!

The Demon is a throwback to the 1960s, the golden era of factory-made drag cars. That’s when GM, Ford, and Chrysler rolled out NHRA-spec hot rods on a regular basis and output was just as insane. But unlike 50 years ago, Dodge offers a unique vehicle that won’t get a proper competitor from Ford or Chevy anytime soon, which makes it plain silly not to offer a manual option alongside the automatic. Cars like the Demon are meant to be driven fast and hard, with a stick. Just like Bill "Grumpy" Jenkins used to do back in the day.

Now watch the video and tell me you don’t want to abuse a stick shift in a Demon!

Hey, I’m Pops, and these people here said I need to have a bio next to a picture like everyone else. I don’t like it one bit but heck, here I am. You’re probably wondering what my real name is, huh? Well it doesn’t matter and you shouldn’t care. People call me Pops and it’s been like that for a very long time. Heck, I think I’ve been the pops of the group since I was in my early 20s. Something to do with the fact that I rant a lot and I hate pretty much everything. "Hey look, here comes Pops to bitch some more," they used to say. They used to, get my drift? What a bunch of assholes! I never bitch, I have opinions. Sure, I kind of like hearing myself talk but hey, if you don’t like it, you know where the door is. I hate it when people don’t like what I have to say but still stick around.

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Which brings me to why I’m here. You know what else I don’t like? This silly thing they now call an automotive industry. One of man’s greatest achievements has been pussified so every blockhead can drive a car while using smartphone apps, verifying his tire pressure, calling his wife, and checking whether his dog pooped on the neighbors lawn. Instrument panels have lights for every little thing that goes wrong under the hood and sends you to the dealer to change the oil. Change the oil yourself you lazy prick! Back in my day I did that in the garage, getting all sweaty and greasy. No car told me what to do and where to go. Buttons, swipes, screens, voice activation, I’m just sick of them. Wasting time and money on silly things instead of simply enjoying driving. I still do that you know. In my 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. But not you. No, you’re too busy getting the latest apps. Ah screw it, you’re not gonna get it anyway. And I’m tired of this bio thing...

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