The drub-drub-drub of a primered '70s muscle car has joined the more common, but just as loud, boom-boom-boom of a lowered Lincoln sporting ground effects at the intersection by my house. Rarer in the custom-car world, the muscle car's call thumps "alpha male" as indiscriminately as the usual bass rattle and rumble. Yet even my Volvo-driving sensibilities can find something beautiful in that outdated gluttonous internal-combustion engine. More powerful than a stereo's bass response, this is the pulse of muscular precision, an extension of Western industrial thought processes as individualized, Americanized, and... More >>>