Lots of folks worship Camaros, Laga. They have suddenly become iconic for some reason.
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if Wikipedia is correct, pony cars are not muscle cars.
I used to think so too. Apparently there is one Mustang year/model that some consider a muscle car, but that's it.
Of course I'm more into old luxury cars than muscle cars.
Muscle...cars. (Oh, I'm not so clueless as to be totally ignorant, but...) This odd fetishizing of cars just confuses me.
(Says the guy who recites Elvish poetry, and tears up during the bonus scene in "Fellowship" with the Elves going to Mithlond...)
A while back the NYT had an article on gay men who are into old cars. Apparently gay men tend to be into old luxury cars with lots of chrome and fancy accessories. It's weird, as I'd totally fit in with those kind of old car collectors.
Maybe it's the Dead Milkmen song "Bitchin' Camaro" that makes me think they're laughable.
I'm not sure why I love muscle cars so much but honestly I get a warm feeling just hearing the words "muscle" and "car" together. Growing up we never had one. The coolest car we had was an MG Midget but my parents sold it before I could form memories of it. I did ride on the floor at my mom's feet when I was an infant. Maybe the engine's purr is in my blood.
I do love the sound of a big old American V8 firing up....
If you could have any car, money and mechanical needs being no object, what would you drive?
I sincerely hope you did not take my comment personally Nora.
I think I was a little raw and riled up and over-sensitive. I apologize for being overly snippy.
Wow, it's been a while since I got all thin skinned in Bitches. And Hec didn't even have anything to do with it this time!
If you could have any car, money and mechanical needs being no object, what would you drive?
The '59 Lincoln convertible I own: [link]
In 1983, I bought a 1957 Plymouth Belvedere with 16,000 original miles on it.
It had a push button "Powerflight" transmission, no seatbelts, a tube radio that had to warm up before working and a trunk that could sleep six. It drove like a dream and I loved that car with an unwholesome passion.
I've never felt that way about any other machine, muscle car or no.