"On the road, the Demon certainly lives up to the image of its 1960s forefathers. Set the three-mode chassis to Comfort, with the dampers and electric-assist steering at their softest, and the big-body Dodge is downright floaty. Blame the drag radial tires and their billowy sidewalls, designed to deform on launch for a broader contact patch. Or the springs, softer than a Hellcat's by 35 percent up front, 28 percent in the rear, and paired to anti-roll bars that hardly live up to the name. Clicking the adaptive dampers to Sport mode shores up some of the wallow, and while the steering never whispers a single jot of information from those impossibly wide front tires, at least in Sport and Drag mode you don't feel like you're twirling an arcade game's tiller.
"And you know what? The chassis tuning fits for a car like this. The Challenger never aspired to Mustang Shelby GT350 handling or Camaro Z28 lateral grip; the dragster of the family certainly shouldn't be expected to change tack. Driving the Demon on the rural routes outside Indianapolis, where straight and flat is only occasionally interrupted by a four-way intersection, the Demon's high-power-speedboat dynamics are a throwback joy.
"The whole ensemble is ridiculous. Even without a compound-warming burnout, those fat sticky tires grab every pebble and piece of roadway grit, flinging it all against the underside of the un-upholstered trunk to clatter like marbles in a coffee can. You leave twin gray streaks on the pavement with every 40 roll, supercharger whooping the world's angriest slide-whistle solo as you rocket into the next time zone. The exhaust note roars just a few decibels beyond aggressive, resonating through the cabin unimpeded by the missing rear seat. You can see why Dodge sells this as a quarter-mile car — driven any further, you'd risk massive fatigue, mostly in your smile muscles."
-- Bob Sorokanich, Road & Track