AMERICAN MUSCLE

Emotional Fire

I want hard right angles and pointy parts, fenders that abruptly terminate into grills, with panels butted up against one another. I want a vehicle that rumbles down the road looking like an uncaged animal waiting to strike at prey. An engine that idles so slowly—the knock-knock-knock-knock, as the entire cars shakes from side to side—that it lets the driver know every second exactly how dangerous it is.