The moon hangs high in the midnight sky, casting a pale, eerie glow over the empty desert highway. Stars twinkle faintly, spread across the vast sky like scattered diamonds. The road stretches endlessly ahead, illuminated only by the cold glow of the headlights.An isolated two-lane highway cuts through the darkness. In the distance, faint lights approach—the growl of an engine grows louder.CLOSE-UP of the front grille of a 1969 Dodge Charger—a sleek, muscular beast with a matte black finish. Its headlights shine like eyes piercing through the dark, the chrome edges catching glimmers of moonlight.The Charger speeds down the highway, its silhouette cutting through the stillness. Dust kicks up beneath its tires, disappearing into the black of night.The wheels spin smoothly over the asphalt, with their signature mag wheels glinting briefly as they pass over the occasional road marker.