Drop the six-speed manual transmission into first gear and hang on. I suffered a tad bit of embarrassment showing off for a lady from the office who wanted a ride. Getting a bit too frisky with throttle and clutch I managed to dance all over two lanes of Front Street for a second or two. It wasn't sunburn making my face red. It is built to chew up the pavement and it's up to you to keep its animal instincts under control.
Viper is a sports car for a sports car driver.
On wet pavement extreme care is in order. But oh, Baby, Baby, does this car fly. It is positively loafing at 80. Don't even think of letting the Viper have its head in normal highway driving. Maybe in the desert with no one around you can tempt the highway patrol.