That's it Skuzzy.
It's all about image, about perception.
Those cars looked strong, sounded strong, hurled clouds of tire smoke skyward and moved pretty darn fast on the street.
Only at a track would a guy really notice much difference between a 0-60 time of 6.5 and 7.3.
But when you stomped a Plymouth GTX out on the street, the look, the sound, the smoke and fury closed the deal. It was just RIGHT. Add in "Born To Be Wild" blaring from the Lear 8-track and your babe in the right seat.....
well, atomic jellybeans just ain't the same.
I'll have another nostalgia, please. Make it a double.
