Some people have big problems with “clones” or cars that are built to look, feel, sound, and act exactly like a more rare or desirable car did ages ago. We only have an issue when someone tries to pass off a clone as the real thing. In this case, the car is being sold as such and that actually makes us love it even more. This is a radically great 1968 Hurt Hemi Dart clone that sports the correct cross ram equipped Hemi, the correct thin lexan windows with seat belt strap pull-ups, the right rear axle, the right interior, and the right everything that makes us want to weep with joy.
As the story has been told about eight billion times you don’t need all of it, but basically these cars were taken and modified by Hurst back in 1968 to create the baddest factory based drag cars of all time. Their goal was to go out and dominate the Ford and Chevrolets that were being pesky at the strip. The machines performed the task and continue to be iconic today, so iconic that they have their own designation in the Super Stock category and there is a yearly shootout at the NHRA US Nationals featuring them because they are so freaking awesome.
Today the cars are running in the 8s. Back in the 1960s the cars ran 10s and with a 660hp hemi in this one, we’re guessing that it gets down just fine at the strip. These cars were not meant to be driven on the street. Chrysler was so phobic of that happening they installed a tag inside the door that explicitly said that the car was not for highway use. People still did it.
The best part about this car is that one could own it and actually beat on it without feeling like they were chancing history, right? You could drag race this thing, cruise it locally, whatever. No, the car is not cheap but who the hell cares. If you have lusted for one of these cars your entire life and you have the chance to own the closest thing you’ll ever get, pull the trigger! A BangShifter needs this one badly.
Man – I’d put a Gear Vendors overdrive on it & cruise it right now!! I’m gonna start me a ‘go-fund’ account for my ’emergency gotta have’ sickness!
Well – its time to look for my trusty Winchester, dig out the ol’ white slicker, saddle up the horse and rob me a bank!