When we brought Angry Grandpa, our 2006 Chrysler 300C, into the project limelight, it wasn’t to do anything really radical with it. The point of hopping up a Linen Gold Metallic early-bird special sedan was to showcase the potential that lay within the 2000s-era Mopar platform, even the early cars that “only” came with 340 horsepower from the factory. We’ve knocked a second and a half off of our Chrysler’s quarter-mile times and it’s still a dead-nuts dependable daily driver, regardless of how many times I boot the car in the ass or sign my name in rubber scorch marks along the road to my house.

But what I have, really, is a mildly warmed street car. One lesson you should be taught from day one is that no matter how big and bad you think you are, there will always be someone faster than you, stronger than you, wilder than you’ll ever dare to be, and they will either help you out or give you the biggest ass-kicking of your life. I’m not sure how this rolling menace of a Chrysler fits into that program, but dammit, man, this is one psychotic ride. It’s still packing the Chrysler 5.7 mill, along with a supercharger that sounds like it’s adding another half again worth of air into the engine, and it appears to have quite a bit of the interior still intact. And it RIPS!

I’m willing to bet that there’s a guy in Arizona right now who has an opinion or two on the subject.