Outside of my weird Mopars, the next prolific vehicle type I’ve got in my back catalog is the GM G-body. I’ve owned one Monte Carlo SS, two 1979 Cutlasses, and have worked on various Malibus, El Caminos, Cutlasses, Regals and very nearly bought a Grand National about ten years ago now. G-bodies are the 1980s answer to the Chevelle in the 1960s and 1970s and the Tri-Fives before them: they are the car to get into that isn’t a pony car, isn’t a dedicated sports car, but can and will get up and move the **** out with the right application of horsepower. It doesn’t take much to get a G-body up and going. You fix the horsepower deficit and move from there. Just some basic tweaks to the stock mill will wake up a stocker, but the more power, the better and if you can dial suspensions in, in the quarter-mile you wind up with a monster like this Cutlass. Another Georgia racer who runs with no clocks, this car recently got paint laid down and is being cleaned up, but the way it handles the Christmas tree is still absolutely dirty, and if our estimates are correct, this is a serious nine-second or so monster of a Cutlass. The only way we’d be more impressed is if we opened the door and saw the blue velour interior in all of it’s glory…