<-- Select --> Current Issue Summer 2007 Spring 2007 Winter 2007 Fall 2006 Summer 2006 Spring 2006 Winter 2006 Fall 2005 Summer 2005 Spring 2005 Winter 2005 Fall 2004 Summer 2004 Spring 2004 Winter 2003 Fall 2003       “Let’s get a shot of me in the 300 roasting the tires, shooting smoke all over the place,” says wakeboard wizard Scott Byerly in a languid surfer drawl. He’s standing in the driveway of his Orlando home, directing his idea to the photographer. Just then, Byerly’s wife Kim walks by, infant daughter Raina tucked in her arm, “No, no, none of that,” she chirps. “You might end up sleeping on the couch.” Byerly thinks for a moment, then says to no one in particular, “It might be worth sleeping on the couch to get that shot.”   If Byerly wants to get home fast, he most certainly can. When he traded in his Tahoe for a Chrysler 300—his version of a family sedan—he bought the SRT8 muscle model, with 425 horsepower. The car is outfitted with 20-inch SRT rims, and that’s as big as they’re going to get. “The 20s are perfect,” he says. “I’m not into the 24s and all that stuff. The SRT8 comes with ground-effects stock. I might lower it a bit.”   A few years ago, Byerly was visiting Washington State when a buddy he bungee jumps with offered to sell him a beat-up ’69 Cadillac Fleetwood with a 490-cubic-inch engine. Byerly paid $600 for the monster sled, and drove it back east with no gas gauge or spare tire. As he looks the car over, rubbing away a smudge, it’s clear Byerly has a soft spot for his vintage machine. “I’m gonna keep it forever,” he muses, and then utters a shopworn cliché with the utmost conviction. “They don’t make ’em like they used to.”