Before the HEMI, There Was the Max Wedge In 1962, before Chrysler had a hemispherical combustion chamber in any production car, they were already embarrassing people at the dragstrip with something called the Max Wedge. The 413 and later 426…

The Gun Goes Off in 1964 Pontiac pulled the trigger in 1964. John DeLorean and his crew stuffed a 389 cubic inch engine into a Tempest, called it a GTO, and dared the insurance actuaries to catch up. They did…

Ford’s 5.0 Coyote is a genuinely impressive piece of engineering. It’s also proof that you can do almost everything right and still produce something that feels like a spreadsheet made metal.

There’s a whole class of American car that never made the glossy magazine covers, never got the restoration budget, and never got the respect, until somebody figured out you could get a twenty-foot land yacht for three grand and have the coolest thing in the parking lot.

Every car company on earth has tried to bottle what Detroit did between 1964 and 1972. Every single one of them has failed. And the reason is something they could never admit out loud.

An electric motor does its job perfectly and leaves you completely unmoved. A big block at idle is doing something else entirely — and I’m not sure that something has a practical name.

Chrysler built the Newport for people who couldn’t quite reach the top shelf. Nobody planned for it to age into something worth chasing. That’s the whole point.

I’ve owned a handful of cars worth remembering and a few I’d rather forget. The one that still follows me around wasn’t the fastest or the prettiest. It just felt like something.

Modern muscle cars are faster, safer, smarter, and somehow less interesting. The 1969 Chevelle SS454 is the reason why, and it doesn’t apologize for any of it.