You could give any muscle car from the Sixties/early Seventies a drive and experience a thrill unlike any other. I’m talking about putting your foot it in it, have that big-block V8 open up and start roaring, then the two-ton car jumps as all that torque comes pouring on. And the way the speed builds as the car gets NASCAR loud…my god, it’s music from car heaven.
I swear to the car gods, guys and gals, you have not lived till you’ve experienced such an ohmigodimgonnadie moment behind the wheel of a classic big-block V8 muscle car going flat-out. Afterwards, you will feel alive.
Then comes the icing on the cake for how people react seeing the all-time styling masterpiece/all-time Hollywood star 2nd gen Charger on the streets—the Bullitt/General Lee/Ghost Rider/F&F/Batmobile—people go effing nuts. It’s as if you’re famous.
Having never driven a classic muscle car, I have to wonder if the differences from a modern muscle car are really good. Modern cars make more power, accelerate more quickly, have more grip off the line. Is the sketchier construction of a classic really that desirable?