Cars are a product of their environment. Just park Dodge's Viper ACR alongside the Caterham 620 R. Both are barely street-legal track rats, road cars built to hot lap a winding road course as fast as possible. Yet neither could be more different from the other. Form follows function? Yes. But in the case of these two, context is everything. With its massive 8.4-liter Ⅴ-10, huge gumball tires, and a wing that looks like it was stolen from a small plane, the Viper ACR is the all-American supercar from central casting, a swaggering hulk of a thing that roars like a hungry grizzly bear and moves like Julio Jones. It's clearly born and bred in a country with cheap gas and wide-open spaces.
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