By Shawn Henry 
You won’t believe what someone’s done with a Dodge Viper’s beating heart. Forget roaring down highways—this 8.3-liter V10 monster now lives a quieter life, reborn as a legit coffee table listed on Bring a Trailer. No reserve, no mercy, just raw Viper DNA frozen in automotive amber.
Pulled from a Gen 3 Viper, this isn’t some cheap knockoff pretending to be something it’s not. Every polished valve cover, every intake runner screams authenticity, even if it’ll never fire a cylinder again. Someone actually bothered to clean up the greasy bits before slapping a glass top on it; now it’s ready to hold your coffee mugs while silently judging your life choices.
Look, Viper collectors usually fall into two camps: the nutjobs hunting down unmolested Hurst editions, and the guys who think garage queens need more miles. This? This is for the fan who wants to flex without the hassle of insurance premiums. It’s functional art with a side of mid-2000s gasoline nostalgia.
The auction’s rolling Bring a Trailer’s usual script—10% buyer’s fee, no safety net for the seller. But let’s be real, the real surprise is that nobody thought of this sooner. Who needs a running engine when you could have a conversation piece that doubles as a threat to shins everywhere? Bet it still smells faintly of high-octane bad decisions.
Call it absurd. Call it genius. Either way, it’s pure Viper spirit—excessive, unapologetic, and stubbornly impractical. Just how they’d want it.
Eve 
John