Getting
going very, very fast in a very short time. This was the sole goal
of the American muscle car. Designed to drive off the showroom
floor on down to the local drag strip and run low quarter mile
times all weekend. Then Monday morning, off to work for the next
five day work-to-home commute. American muscle cars were obscenely
politically incorrect. They bragged, boasted and swaggered. Everything
about them said incovenient, impractical and excessive. Muscle
cars were the embodiment of mechanical male machismo. And we couldn't
get enough.
Models
could be ordered without radios or heaters to save on weight. Their
numbers screamed power: 428 Cobra Ram Jet, 440 Six Pack, 396 Super
Sport, 290 Typhoon, 454 V8, Max Wedge 383,396 V8, GS400, 427V8,
and more. Body badges like Cobra, GT, AMX, SS Super Sport, Mach 1,
GTO, Mopar, SST, R/T, Shelby and Boss. This is our tribute to that
short time in automotive history where Detroit actually seemed to
enjoy making cars. That short period in time where no other car manufacturer
in the world was able to copy Detroit's product. That short period
in time in automotive history that will most certainly never be repeated
again. Enjoy.
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1968 Plymouth Road
Runner |

1968 Plymouth
Road Runner |

1968 Plymouth Satellite |

1968 Pontiac Firebird 400 |

1968 Pontiac Firebird Convertible
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