2007 Dodge Charger SRT8: Smokey and the Bandit Too
by Scott Oldham, Editor in Chief on April 20, 2016
Next month, it will be 39 years since my father scarred me for life. I wrote about that special day here, and I still regard it as one of the absolute greatest days of my life.
I want to thank Quentin Tarantino for making it possible for me to pass on the favor to my 10-year-old daughter, Jane.
Thinking I would never see the original film in a real theater ever again, last June I wrote that of all the cars in our long-term fleet, our 5.0-liter Mustang GT would have been the most appropriate to drive to the theatrer to see a remake of my all-time favorite movie Smokey and the Bandit. (My dog's name is Bo Darville. I'm not kidding.)
I wrote, "Our orange long-term 2015 Ford Mustang GT would be the perfect ride for such a father-daughter outing. Maybe someday. I hear there's a "Smokey and the Bandit" remake in the works. Maybe The Bandit will go Mustang this time around."
Then, last month, two things happened. First, we sold the Mustang. Then I got word that the New Beverly Cinema, a small theater in Los Angeles, was showing an original 35mm print of the original Smokey and the Bandit.
So I did two things. First, I bought two tickets for Jane and I. Then I grabbed the keys to our long-term 2007 Dodge Charger SRT8.
The theater, which was bought by filmmaker Quentin Tarantino in 2007 to avoid its destruction, shows a wide variety of old movies and the occasional modern Tarantino film, including his latest, The Hateful Eight. This month, the bill includes Raiders of the Lost Ark, Dragstrip Girl and White Line Fever, as well as Follow the Fleet with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. It's basically a place for Tarantino to hang out with his buddies and watch his favorite movies (and he was there in the next row watching Smokey and the Bandit with us), and it may just be my new favorite place.
Anyway, our Charger may not wear a Screaming Chicken across its scooped hood, but it's a true muscle car and it was the perfect ride with just the right amount of V8 soundtrack to get Jane and me in the proper mindset and to the show. And afterward, as we rumbled through the deserted late night streets of West Hollywood with the windows down, the rpm up, keeping an eye out for Sheriff Buford and, of course, spinning the tires from stop to stop, Jane and I shared an experience we'll never forget. An experience I can only hope has scarred her for life.
Thanks Dad. Thanks Quentin. Thanks Jane.
Scott Oldham, Editor in Chief @ 79,793 miles