Any wrecking yard/auto recycler has plenty of "original as original can be." We get it. Inflation, lower earning power than 40 years ago means most fiscal mortals can no longer afford to restore automobiles, unless able to do most of the work themselves, hence the sudden mass interest in "barn finds," having nothing, really, to do with preserving well-tended survivors.
Meanwhile, there are 120 years of autodom with some novel, terrific cars to explore. Can we get off this "muscle car" mania aimed at aging adolescents with no exposure or experience to or with much else?
Egregious mid-sized Motown tin with dopey decals and station wagon engines geared for acceleration, not relaxed high-speed cruising. Kinda one note? Something nerdo about guys in their 50s, 60s, 70s making obnoxious fools of themselves "jerking off" at stop lights.
You want a vintage race car, the real deal, there are plenty out there for a fraction of a "numbers matching" marketing ploy aimed at testosterone/hormone-addled low horizon teenyboppers.
Aren't there enough magazines brimming with this stuff?
C'mon.