see every car nowadays is just a blob. you look at them at night and it's just a mess of distorted reflections from every which way.
the challenger draws its own silhouette in light as it passes under streetlamps at night. it not just got a distinctive shape it has a shape that slices into reality like a knife. you see one and you know immediately what it is, and it has a shape that evokes not just itself but an entire generation of motoring, even chevys and fords and nissans all call out from its marble-hewn form. it's an absolute masterpiece of design. pure sex. and this absolute semen demon of an automobile is so pleasantly and modestly appointed and surely-made you have basically no excuse not to own one.
that's why any argument against this car has to personally attack its owner. you cannot actually be a red blooded human being and actually dislike this perfect machine, you're just ashamed to admit you do.