I've got practical covered. I've got good MPG. I've got something presentable to the general public. But I'm not having enough damn fun these days.
I need something to piss off the neighbors, scare children and make old folks quake like the Reaper is closing in on their back bumper. Something that looks like the black horse of the apocalypse as it emerges from a cloud of tire smoke - blasting rock music, of course. Lowered, spray bombed flat black, no mufflers, hell maybe no front bumper (see below)... The sort of thing that's simultaneously repellant, intriguing, awe-inspiring and fear-inducing. The sort of thing in which you wouldn't be surprised to find beer cans and underwear in the passenger footwell. The sort of thing that passersby would be afraid to touch out of fear of communicable disease and the sheer evil it exudes. The sort of car that looks like it belongs to Satan's delinquent nephew.
It's gotta be (in order) cheap, fast, American, nasty, and loud. I hope RWD and V8 power go without saying. I'm open to anything '50s-'70s. Initial thoughts lean toward a traditional two-door fastback, and malaise-era (de-smogged and hopped-up, of course) lumbering muscle for the full effect, but I'm open to other suggestions. I have no particular brand loyalty. Let's put a $4000 purchase cap on this little thought experiment.
Inspiration:
Do your worst, weirdos.
