In the early ’60s it seemed just about every American-made muscle car from that era had a brawny and attractive performance appearance–the sexy lines and eye-catching trim, along with blinding chrome bumpers commanded your attention. Growing up in SoCal, I was introduced to muscle cars at around 9 or 10 years of age, and I liked them all. I had no brand loyalty, as to me Mustangs, Camaros, Novas, Chevelles, Chargers, Darts, Firebirds, GTOs, and even big ol’ Oldsmobiles with the proper stance combined with a deep rumbling exhaust tone were equally impressive. Back then it was apparent that auto designers were on point, as just about any ’60s car could be transformed into a cool-looking ride by bolting on a set of mag wheels wrapped in wide white-lettered tires,…
