Metro, you’re probably right. He’s dead.
'71 Torino with a 351 Cleveland. It growled when it idled and fucking roared when you put your foot into it.
Rotten little generic 4-popper roller skates these days would’ve gotten you laughed out of town during my teen years.
To hell with gas mileage. Give me horsepower and room to seat six comfortably while turning in low ET’s.