American Muscle Cars are timeless. Today's overpriced exotics have no soul, no personality.....all they say is "Look at me, look how riiiiiiiichhhh I am...and btw, I couldn't even change my own oil if my life depended on it. I gotta take it to a deeeeealeerrrrr to get it fixed." Folks that drive exotics remind of the lawyers and doctors that trailer their Harley up to Sturges.
A real muscle car fan has their own toolbox in the trunk because you never know, shit can break down at any time. Give me a Lambo or my '77 Vette, I'll take my Vette every damn time. Loud, no A/C, T-tops, and listening to some hair band metal while rowing the gears while blasting down US 27 just can't be beat.
To each their own, though. A car enthusiast is a car enthusiast. For fucks sake, there's even a Toyota Corolla car club.