Nothing screams 70s muscle more to me than a mustache-wearing Burt Reynolds tearing down the highway in a 1977 Pontiac Firebird! The 70s were filled with excess and muscle cars were not designed to save gas, conserve space or save lives. They were designed for speed, looks, and not much else.
The 70s was one of those rare times when everyone seemed to be able to afford a great car. Or if they couldn’t buy one, everyone seemed to be an expert at building or repairing a great car. My father owned several great cars in his younger years one of which was a red Jaguar. I’ll never forget the look of the vehicle forever burnt into my young mind. He even built a wooden kid-sized version that I could play with (it weighed a ton, so not much, but it looked really cool!).
I feel if I had any real expendable income, I would love to find the original Jag. But right now, I am rocking a Pumpkin Orange HHR from 2007. Finest of the vans/cars/triangles that have ever graced the streets. Features include plenty of ground in filth, a crushed side door, and a gathering of standard bottom-edge rust. Ahhh but it is still the best car I have ever owned…. ironically.
Here are just a few of the cream of the crop of 70s muscle cars:
