The C3 Corvette started out so strong, didn’t it? From the Mako Shark concepts to the 427-powered Stingrays, things looked great for the third generation of the sports car that America could build. Then the Seventies hit in full force…power was down, smog equipment was mandated, and blunt-force power levels and performance capability got muted into some sort of strange, opera-meets-disco-meets-adult theatre menagerie that prided looks and “luxury” over any kind of performance value at all. This brought on Disco Corvettes…basically, 1974-82 C3 Corvettes with the high rear taillights and the more shovel-like nose that might have been cranking out 200 horsepower on a good day and routinely far less than that normally. They looked decent enough, thanks to their C3 roots, but their power levels left everything and then some to be desired.

That being said, if it’s rear drive and packing a V8, not all hope is lost, and you could do a lot worse than a Corvette when it comes to making a strip terror. We don’t see many plastic fantastics running the quarter mile, but J Malcom found this particular monster running down in Georgia. These Southern folk know how to make a race car sing, and this Vette has a song that is a hell of a lot more inspiring than any disco tune you can come up with!