I’ll never forget the first time I got behind the wheel of a ‘70 Chevelle SS 454. No power steering, brakes that demanded muscle, and a throttle that felt like it had a mind of its own. It was like wrestling a bear, but the second that big block roared to life, I couldn’t stop grinning.
What’s the most brutal car you’ve driven that still left you smiling? Something raw, unforgiving, but impossible not to love? I’m always on the hunt for stories or maybe even my next project. Let’s hear ‘em!