Poor Wile E. He fought tooth, nail and every scrap of fur he ever had trying to catch that damned Road Runner. He ran miles, just barely out of reach of the bird’s tail feathers. He landed on the desert floor more times than Travis Pastrana has, but with that same, sickening “whump!” each and every time, and there’s no telling how many cactus spines he had to pick out of his hide. As a kid and all the way into adulthood, I wondered when the moment would come that Warner Brothers’ rough-luck coyote would finally snap and go all-in on one last ditch effort to catch the tormentor, the bird that only spoke three languages: “meep-meep!”, the raspberry, and the hand-held sign. As a kid, I usually pictured Mr. Coyote riding the bomb down to the desert floor a’la Major Kong in “Dr. Strangelove”, but maybe the Aussies had something from ACME that was actually useful (for once). This 7-second Camaro sure sounds like a 1960s fighter jet when the turbos come to life and that bird had better be able to move once the light goes green. There shouldn’t be too much to change in the recipe for canard a’la orange if you substitute a road runner, right?
Man, those guys are making it look easy! Straight as an arrow!