“Blunt force trauma”. I have a fascination with the connotation behind this phrase when it’s applied to a machine. It quickly describes the nature of the beast: there is no grace, no subtly, no fluff or filler…instead, you will make do with what is purely necessary make the task work at the best speed possible. A B-1 bomber on a full afterburner takeoff is blunt force trauma…and a case of tinnitus waiting to happen if you are close by. A tunnel-digging machine is another example. And this Camaro from the south qualifies, as well. There’s a shell that looks like a 1978-81 Camaro, a method for forcing air into the engine, exhaust dumps that could double as a T-shirt cannon in a pinch, and enough flat black paint to hide the fiberglass and nothing more. The money went to action items…the engine, the suspension, and hopefully the brakes. And we mean that last part, because this thing scoots. Maybe some of these Georgia folk might want to come play out-of-state next year at some tracks? There’s more than just quick donks running around…