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.