Michael writes semi-anonymously for Guessing Headlights, mostly to protect himself after repeatedly calling anything built after 1972 that vaguely suggests muscle-car energy a “muscle car.” He currently works out of an undisclosed location — not for safety, but so he can keep referring to sporty cars that aren’t drop-tops, don’t have two seats, and definitely weren’t built for racing as “sports cars” without fear of retribution from the automotive correctness police.
He also maintains, loudly and proudly, that the so-called Malaise Era gets a bad rap. It actually produced some of the coolest cars ever, cough, Trans Am, cough, and he will die on that hill, probably while arguing about pop-up headlights.