Three thousand seven hundred plus or minus pounds of muscle made in Michigan. My 1969 442 convertible was unleashed from the garage this weekend. What better way to celebrate the birthday of our Nation than by piloting an iconic American classic. With an engine bigger than Bunyon's Blue Ox Babe's butt...this car has the power to slam you back in the seat and get rubber between first and second AND second and third.
The thunderous growl of the pipes and the raw power create an experience kids today do not get from contemporary finely tuned performance vehicles.. Well, at least my kids will know the feeling.