When I get off the plane after a month away I patiently wait as I make the taxi commute home. Then, after putting down my bags I head to the garage, unplug both SRTs (from their battery voltage regulators), open the garage and mash the red button in the 10. I reverse out the garage, check my mirrors, put on the right tunes and ease her to the freeway. Next, I activate her right blinker at the feeder road, check my left then hammer the throttle as I make the right.. Her fishtailing and rubber roasting excites the hell out of me. This is when I proceed to power-shift through her gears roaring onto the freeway accelerating with the grace and majesty of a Boeing 747. Man what a rush; it's tight dudes, I cannot wait for Saturday..