If any nation's automobiles are indicators of a prevailing character and attitude, it's those from the United States. They've been up, they've been down, but they've held on and carried an identity and sense of pride throughout it all. What's the most quintessentially star-spangled all-American car?
What is America? Powerful, individualistic, innovative, sometimes brash, not overly concerned with dated formalities. We're the country that invented blue jeans and electric guitars and the airplane. And if we want to stick a blockbuster turbocharged V-6 in an upright Buick two-door sedan and paint the whole thing a sinister sort of black, that's the way we do things. The Grand National never turned all that well, didn't cost a lot new, and wears its outcast attitude and exotic-slaying capability as birthright. It's even named after a NASCAR series. It can only be American, it is intensely American, and God bless it for that.