I used to hate tuner cars, dismissed them as 'Ricers' and nothing else. After learning a bit about them, the hate turned into a grudging acceptance, and now I actually don't mind them. That being said, in my opinion, there is no substitute for American muscle. Carb over injection, old over new. My first car was a '66 Mustang coupe. It only had a 289 in it, but it'd turn the tires for the little V8. My uncle currently has five(a '66 coupe, a '66 fastback, a '67 fastback, a '68 coupe, and a foxbody, I think '89, GT). Don't get me wrong, I'm not all Ford. I can appreciate almost anything.
My ex girlfriend's dad had a '70 AAR 'Cuda. He let me drive it twice. I should have never broken up with her, I loved that car
