Even without any proof, you know. Waiting at a stoplight, shimmying rhythmically and rumbling quietly with a deep bass like an approaching storm. Green light. And in that moment the lopey growl explodes into a deafening scream – an instant and then it’s gone. All that remains is the sweet-smelling race gas’s vapor, a bit of tire smoke and there’s your evidence: Another quarter mile.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.hagerty.com/articles-videos/articles/2016/08/21/woodward-muscle-cars