 We're gathered here today to say goodbye to the Dodge Viper. When you think of an evolved, sophisticated piece of machinery, you're probably not thinking of an 8.4 liter V10 that just murders gas. Two sort of semi-comfortable seats, no headroom, little way in creature comforts, and not much digital love there either. Forget it. Why shed a tear for this stupid, silly, masculine car, right? Let's just write it off and forget about the whole thing because it's not good at... Okay, it might be good at a couple of things. There's one place where the Viper should be happy, it's out here on the racetrack. Because the laws of civility don't really matter out here, do they? You won't be stuck in traffic. There is no traffic. There's no stoplights. It's just you, your ego, your silliness, and this huge honking engine. The thing is, you got to drive it like you stole it. And you know, there's nothing, there's no nicety in a soul. There's no civility here. It is just ill-tempered, really fun shit. All right, so why the Viper? Well, because it's ridiculous. And we all need a little bit of ridiculous in our life. The places to be ridiculous, in fact, is the normal road is not one of them. So to go to be ridiculous, go to a place like a racetrack anyhow. So forget the niceties, forget the digital stuff, forget, you know, anything that really matters on a normal day. Choose the extraordinary abnormal day and go ahead, get yourself a Viper. Take it to the racetrack. Why wouldn't you? Do I want to spend a bunch of time in the Viper in traffic? God no. Do I want to spend it here on a racetrack? Yeah, I do. Because look at its company. Cars aren't always comfortable and they're not normal sometimes and they're just crazy fun. Will I shed a tear for the Viper? Oddly I will. Good news is they've been making them for a quarter of a century. So you can probably pick one up for used and pretty cheap. The Viper is a good car, it's got a lot of functionality, functionality, even, you know, all the haters, because god damn it, it is fun.
 We're gathered here today to say goodbye to the Dodge Viper.
 When you think of an evolved, sophisticated piece of machinery, you're probably not thinking
 of an 8.4 liter V10 that just murders gas.
 Two sort of semi-comfortable seats, no headroom, little way in creature comforts, and not much
 digital love there either.
 Forget it.
 Why shed a tear for this stupid, silly, masculine car, right?
 Let's just write it off and forget about the whole thing because it's not good at...
 Okay, it might be good at a couple of things.
 There's one place where the Viper should be happy, it's out here on the racetrack.
 Because the laws of civility don't really matter out here, do they?
 You won't be stuck in traffic.
 There is no traffic.
 There's no stoplights.
 It's just you, your ego, your silliness, and this huge honking engine.
 The thing is, you got to drive it like you stole it.
 And you know, there's nothing, there's no nicety in a soul.
 There's no civility here.
 It is just ill-tempered, really fun shit.
 All right, so why the Viper?
 Well, because it's ridiculous.
 And we all need a little bit of ridiculous in our life.
 The places to be ridiculous, in fact, is the normal road is not one of them.
 So to go to be ridiculous, go to a place like a racetrack anyhow.
 So forget the niceties, forget the digital stuff, forget, you know, anything that really
 matters on a normal day.
 Choose the extraordinary abnormal day and go ahead, get yourself a Viper.
 Take it to the racetrack.
 Why wouldn't you?
 Do I want to spend a bunch of time in the Viper in traffic?
 God no.
 Do I want to spend it here on a racetrack?
 Yeah, I do.
 Because look at its company.
 Cars aren't always comfortable and they're not normal sometimes and they're just crazy
 fun.
 Will I shed a tear for the Viper?
 Oddly I will.
 Good news is they've been making them for a quarter of a century.
 So you can probably pick one up for used and pretty cheap.
 The Viper is a good car, it's got a lot of functionality, functionality, even, you know,
 all the haters, because god damn it, it is fun.