No subtlety. No mercy. A small chassis wrapped around a 7-litre V8 — the loudest sermon ever preached from American iron. The red horse takes the field; the ground trembles.
Tubular frame jigged and squared. Suspension geometry set before a single panel goes on.
Hand-formed aluminium skin fitted over the frame. Every gap and flare dialled in.
A side-oiler V8 built from a bare block — period spec, then taken further still.
Le Mans stripes laid by brush. The red horse charges.