I'll try to shorten it down a bit. My mustang was on it's last legs with electrical issues and some other things. My wife had been pushing me to get rid of it for months and I had been procrastinating bad. The final straw was a battery that refused to hold a charge on xmas day. I had been talking about challengers for probably a year or more but had never really decided "yes. That is what I'm getting". Just a dream really. For the preceding year my neighbor had been parking his orange 2012 next to my mustang as if to taunt me. Add all this up and it was settled. New year day I packed the wife up and headed to the dealer. On the way, we created our game plan. She would be the bad cop, and I the good cop. We agreed to work the salesman as a team and see what we could shake out. There was even a high five in the car (though she grumbled the whole time). Originally I was looking at the 392's but was informed they had sold the last one and wouldn't have any for a good while. So instead they pull out the black on black 2015 RT shaker. I was sold the second I sat in it but there was no way I was saying that out loud. Their asking price was high so we haggled and I still wasn't satisfied, and neither was the wife. So I said I'd think on it and be back in within the week. Sales manager practically begged me to go for the buy and started offering deals. I stuck with my decision and left. 2 days later we went back and the negotiations began. Monthly costs debate went like this: Salesman offered 679/mo. Wife said 550. He talked to the bank and said 620. She said 550. He talked to management and offered 610. She said 550. Sales manager came in and said "what if i change this 6 to a 5?" making 579. Wife said 550. He leaves for a good 20 minutes and says "565?". Wife says 550. He sighs and leaves. Salesman comes back in 10 minutes later and says "fine 550, I see why you brought the boss with you". Took about 6 hours total before I drove it home in the dark, terrified and thrilled the whole way. 1800 miles later and I regret nothing, but damn do I enjoy saying the phrase "550" now. That woman has one mean poker face.