In the beginning of the 1970′s muscle cars were it. The more cubic inches you had, the more you could brag. Then the big bad catalytic converter jumped into the car scene, and ruined everybody’s fun. Way to go smog. By the time the late 1970′s came around, the best you could hope for in a new car was a manual transmission, some groovy disco stripes, and t-tops to let your hair breath. In short, you hoped for this Road Runner.
Flat out, I have no idea what year this Road Runner is, but I’m quite sure its between 1976-80. The front bumper is throwing me off because it has the parking lights in it. I’m not sure if that was a specific year thing or a Road Runner thing. No matter what year it is, this car is the bees knees. Just look at it for god sakes! 360 V8, manual transmission, t-tops, side pipes, chrome Cragars, window vents, a hood scoop, and those frickin stripes! Oh god, I gotta have those stripes! If cool options were land mass, this Road Runner would be the Louisiana Purchase. I’m serious. I would put a comb in my back pocket, bury my foot into the cutpile carpet, and rock this thing hard. Would chicks dig it you ask? Who knows!? Who cares!? Just look at those stripes!