Front three-quarter. Cowl induction hood, and the SS badging in the grille is correct.
Chevrolet Chevelle SS
1970 was the last honest year for this, and the SS 396 is the one everybody actually means when they say muscle car.
Every figure we hold on this car.
By 1971 compression ratios had dropped and the numbers on the fender stopped meaning what they had meant. A 1970 SS is the end of the line, and it drives like it: enormous low-down torque, a gearbox with real weight to it, and an engine note at idle you can feel through the floor.
The stripes are correct and the cowl induction hood works — the flap at the back of the hood opens under load, which you will hear before you feel. It is the loudest car in the building by a wide margin and we are honest about that: it is not a quiet drive.
What it's like to drive
Heavy, deliberate and enormously fast in a straight line. It wants third gear everywhere. The clutch is the firmest here, and in stop-start traffic your left leg will know about it.
The one thing that will surprise you
120 miles a day included rather than 150 — it drinks, and at a big-block's rate we would rather price it honestly than surprise you at the pump.
Take it somewhere worth going.
We keep five routes written up, with the distances, the surfaces and where to stop. The Woodward run is the obvious one. The lake road is the better one.