When I saw this video, my initial response was, "Oh cool! A turbo diesel Grand National!" But when the thing started with a clattery growl, belching a cloud of thick black smoke, I reevaluated my first impression.
Maybe a Grand National is just supposed to be a Grand National, cranking the screaming turbocharged V6 that made the car famous.
When I was in high school, there was definitely a list of ultimate muscle cars I found on the fledgling internet that caught my attention. GM's LS6 Chevelle, Buick GSX and Olds 442 were among them, as were Ford's 428 Super Cobra Jet Mustang and Chrysler's 426 Hemi and 440 magnum equipped products. But the Grand National bucked the "no REplacement for DISplacement" model with its tiny 3.8 liter V6. In that analysis anyway, it was a faster straight-liner than all of those cars. But somehow it still managed to capture the spirit of their pre-Malaise cool.