Baldwin-Motion referred to it as the Street Racer Special. It flew in the face of common sense, but it was effective: you picked up a 1968 Chevrolet Biscayne with a 425-horse 427, a four-speed, and that’s about it, and you got down to the task of tweaking it into something special. At 3,600 pounds, a mid-13 second quarter was all yours if you could hang on to the giant steering wheel. Today that’d play with the randoms in Mustangs, older Camaros and the late-model Mopars. Back in 1968, you were ready for the gunfight, packing a double-barrel shotgun with both triggers ready. 
It didn’t make sense. The race car pattern was to pick the lightest body and stuff it full of witchcraft to raise hell with the other like-minded cretins on the strip. A Chevy II was the perfect foil, a stripped Chevelle just as good. But the Biscayne came cheap, had room, had some weight that could be rocked to the rear, and wasn’t anywhere near as twitchy as a big-block Nova could be if it got hairy. And you could hide during the day if you remembered to put the mufflers back on.
A 496ci 427 sourced from Baldwin-Motion, an automatic (it better be a TH400), 650 horsepower at the ready and air ride leave a lot to like with this 1969-flavored take on the Saturday Night special. A gold-ish color on a post car packing enough power to warrant a football in the passenger-side rear spring. That’s just cool.
I tried years ago to aquire a ’68 427 Impala. It was the 385hp model that was sitting in the parking lot of a golf country club. It was the owner’s son but wasn’t ready to let it go. A few years later it was gone. Bummer.