Even at idle, the bruising nature of this 389-cubic-inch V-8 makes itself evident and suggests that the 120-mph speedometer is overmatched, that the conservative number was part of a ruse.
OK, I'll say it. I'll come out and say it, and everyone will hate me, and boos will rain down, and entire zip codes in Detroit will echo with the clatter of a thousand dropping jaws.
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