A 2023 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat Widebody Jailbreak just hit Bring a Trailer, and it’s not your average muscle car farewell.
This is Dodge’s “Last Call” edition wearing Plum Crazy paint that screams louder than its exhaust.
The Last Manual Hellcat You Might Ever Buy
Manual transmission Hellcats are already unicorns in the wild. This one packs the full 807 horses from its supercharged 6.2-liter HEMI V8, sent exclusively to the rear wheels through a proper six-speed stick.
The odometer shows just 1,500 miles.
That’s barely enough to break in the clutch.
Whoever bought this beast originally checked all the right boxes. Widebody fenders. Competition suspension. Forged 20-inch wheels. Black Laguna leather interior.
Performance That Makes Physics Uncomfortable
The Jailbreak package unlocks the full potential of the Hellcat’s supercharged heart:
- 807 horsepower and 707 lb-ft of torque – numbers that would’ve been absurd a decade ago
- 0-60 mph in 3.7 seconds despite weighing a hefty 4,473 pounds
- Six-speed manual transmission that delivers old-school engagement with modern brutality
Fuel economy is predictably terrible at 13 mpg city and 21 mpg highway.
Nobody cares.
The Last of a Dying Breed
This Challenger represents the final chapter of America’s most unhinged muscle car. No hybrid assistance. No downsized turbos. Just raw, supercharged displacement and a middle finger to efficiency.
The Harman Kardon audio system seems almost irrelevant when the real soundtrack comes from eight angry cylinders and a supercharger whine that drowns out rational thought.
Heated and ventilated seats are there to keep you comfortable while everything else about the car tries to terrify you.
Dodge’s Jailbreak program allowed buyers to mix options previously unavailable together – essentially letting customers build their own special editions rather than following corporate-approved packages.
With the Challenger’s production run now finished, this Plum Crazy manual Hellcat isn’t just rare – it’s extinct. The automotive equivalent of capturing the last Tasmanian Tiger before it disappeared forever.
Whoever wins this auction isn’t just buying a car. They’re buying the final verse of an American performance song that’s been silenced by electrification and regulation.
And they’ll have the only volume control that matters – their right foot.
