in the muscle car's glorious days of the mid- and late-sixties (and crack of seventies), Detroit made a great deal (and put a great deal of effort) out of its high-strung, gas-guzzling intermediates.

Some cars announce themselves with a whisper, others with a roar. The 1970 Plymouth Road Runner does both, greeting bystanders first with its trademark “beep-beep" horn and then unleashing the thunder ...

During the Golden Age of American Muscle, the Chrysler 375-horsepower 440ci V-8, which was Mopar's second-baddest big-block behind the 426 Street Hemi, was already better than everyone else's ...