Frigging gorgeous... love the fire engine red.
You drive down the street, it’s like “Damn....MACHINE...!”
Buddy of mine had a ‘70 street Nova, 350 worked, trip deuces on it. Monster car. White, black rally stripes. He lived WAY down the other end of the block (35 rowhomes, each side) and you could hear that mother start up EVERY morning.
What’s like that today?
Wherever you work, go to the window, look into the parking lot, and try to identify the FIRST car you see.
Aside from the instantly recognizable retro Camaro or retro Mustang, you’ll see a homogenous mass of Toyohundaihondsubabarunissankia BLOBS with ZERO personality, ZERO identities, ant-like ... SAMENESS.
It’s pathetic and ridiculous.
Give me an old 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge... a 1969 Mercury Cougar Eliminator... a 1971 Torino GT... a 1969 PLymouth Roadrunner... a 1970 AMX Javelin... a 1967 or 68 Mustang GT Fastback (had two of them), 1971 Mach One, 1969 Camaro RS...
Anything that says “American Muscle”, where an average guy worked all week in a factory could by a decent street machine for cheap and still feed his family, have something FUN to drive on the weekends.
Hell, even the standard Station Wagons of the day had big block V8s in them and could light up the tires - AND had good looks too (some of them, anyway :^).
Eh... I’m just getting old, crotchety, and a little drunk right now, I guess...
But I really miss that old Detroit Steel.