OK, I can't hold out any longer. Forgive me Lord. Forgive me Tim. I've gotta give into the overwhelming temptation and let'er rip!

"It never gets old, does it?" (Photo: Trevor Hofmann, Canadian Auto Press)

"Woo-haa! Yeah, that's more like it!"

"Yeah! What speed are you doing?"

"Oh, only about 120. It's just so ruddy quick getting there."

"It never gets old, does it?"

"Never! And I didn't even get out of third gear. I can't imagine what full throttle in fourth, fifth and sixth feels like?"

And just when the possibilities begin to dance around like sugar plums on my frontal lobes, the over forty side of my brain clamps down on all the excitement and reminds me that I need my license in order to work and resultantly feed my wife and three children. Yes, I'd better back off. I ease off the throttle and drop it into sixth gear.

I just can't get enough of the Viper. It's ruddy addictive. (Photo: Trevor Hofmann, Canadian Auto Press)

"Look at the tach, Trevor."

"Yeah, at a steady 120 it's almost idling at 1,500 rpm."

"That's amazing! Can you imagine what this thing has left in it?"

"If only there was a racetrack somewhere near here. A high-backed oval or better yet, a twisting road course with a really, really long straight."

"Nirvana!"

"We can dream, can't we?"