Whenever we read another paean to muscle cars, we wonder how much do such worshippers know about the 120+ years of automotive history, other than egregious mid-sized '60s Motown tin with station wagon engines, teenaged suspensions, silly racing stripes, dopey decals; good for jerking off at stop lights, one trick ponies. In high school in the day, we ignored or laughed at the bozos driving them. Sports cars where it was at, tho' we watched the Avengers almost as much for Steed's Bentley as Emma Peel.
Power steering, power brakes, often as not automatic transmission; an ancient woman could drive these things. Where does the "muscle" part come in? Golf carts on steroids. The advertised hp was malarkey; “gross” hp taken from engines running on a test stand, no air cleaner, accessories, or exhaust system. What's more important is how much gets to the rear tires/road; in all cases only a fraction of gross claim.
Yeah, yeah, it's a free country, enjoy what you will. But the rest of us who know cars at large reserve right to laugh. We've driven them, Pontiac GTO through Charger. And for cryin' aloud, don't tell us you "can't afford" a Delahaye, Pierce-Arrow, Auburn, Stutz, Aston-Martin, Jaguar, Bristol or anything novel A-Z while boring us with how much money you dumped into a "numbers matching" slam bam, thank you, ma'am tin can.
Didn't mention a single German car, but did A-Z. Plenty of reliable Brit cars; big Healeys, Cricklewood, Derby, Crewe products, but not when worn out, owned by Yanks on the cheap used to Chevies and other prosaics with all the charm of lawn furniture, or various late model Kleenex kars.