You know that before a gearhead got their hands on this car, that it was a picture-perfect, showroom stock ride that someone lovingly maintained. This was someone’s grandmother’s car. She treated it with kid gloves, was meticulous about keeping it looking new, only the best for the car that was going to last her for the remainder of her days. You know that the 305 underhood was as spotless as they get, and was sewing-machine smooth, even decades on.
Then someone got their hands on a super-clean coupe Chevy with the neat bent-glass window, and started placing orders for good stuff. A 421ci Dart block filled with choice parts, stuff from Lunati, MSD and more. A transmission that would take more oomph than the TH350 was going to live through. The spindly rear axle was chucked in favor of a 10-bolt that is just about bomb-proof. Mechanically, it’s a 750-horse beast on wheels that sips the hard stuff and can play hard. Visually, it looks like Grandma got a makeover courtesy of a speed shop. The paint is still perfect, the door chime still works. It’s great.