“Muscle,” as the American auto industry treats it, is a wildly flexible concept. In lean years — the ‘73 oil crisis and its multi-decade fallout, for instance — a muscle car could conceivably deliver just a couple hundred horses from an anemic V-8 engine, beset by new emissions requirements and a demand for better fuel efficiency. (To be fair, a switch from gross to net horsepower ratings didn’t help, either.) Advances in technology, helped along by the resurgence of the middle-class car enthusiast, eventually got us back to giant, throaty V-8s by the aughts.
Of course, the pendulum is swinging again, just as it always does. I can feel it. But I think it’s a far less dreadful thing than it was 32 years ago.
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