Say hello to the HPP Superbird
Styling from the seventies, modern muscle underneath… this is the new Superbird
Posted: 07 Mar 2012
Most of the time, it isn't necessary to go quick in the Superbird. Better to cruise the big, bovine V8 and absorb the stares, whoops and pointy-gestures of everyone within 500 yards. If you're sociophobic or carrying out a contract killing, this may not be the car for you.
The Superbird's hey-over-here-look-at-me presence jars against the decrepit Detroit background like a hornet in an ashtray. ‘The decline of Detroit' has become easy shorthand for the fall from grace of the American auto industry, the shift in power to Europe and Asia. But, until you've wandered Motown's streets, you can't imagine just how visceral, widespread and utter the effects of that decline really are. Two blocks back from the Thirties high-rise downtown stand hundreds of blocks of once-grand mansions, the homes of Big Three execs in the Sixties. Now, every one is unoccupied, crumbling, succumbed to the creeping fingers of rot and ruin.