Somewhere out there is a numbers-matching 1970 Chevelle SS with 400 miles on it, sitting under a climate-controlled cover, waiting for a day that is never coming. I genuinely cannot decide if that’s preservation or punishment.

There’s a moment that happens to almost everyone who spends serious time around these cars. You’re standing in a parking lot, or a show field, or maybe just a driveway, and someone fires up a big-block. Not a modern LS…

Ten Engines, One Man’s Opinion, No Apologies Seven posts. Dozens of engines. Hundreds of factory ratings that may or may not reflect what those motors actually made on a real engine dyno. We covered Mopar’s murderer’s row, Ford’s homologation specials,…