Stolen Blue Box

The single greatest car on the planet.

The story behind it is fantastic: Carroll Shelby, a farmer from the midwest, was starting to get successes on his own with a racing team. He was handed a girly british roadster and told “hey, can you turn this into a race car for us?” So he did what his redneck roots told him to do - put a stupidly large V8 in it and try and make the rest work.

It was impossible to drive. No A/C, hard seats, a suspension setup from hell, and so much power routed through 1960’s tires that it would usually kill the owner if it started raining. It was reliable, at least, but it was reliable because the suspension was incredibly simple and it had the equivalent of a truck motor under the hood compared to it’s original power plant.

And it was brilliant. After a year or two of development it was killing everything that touched it - and not just in the US. It killed at Le Mans, it destroyed in the European circuit, and on the street it was more powerful and more capable then everything it came across - Corvettes, Ferrari’s, Maserati’s, Porsche’s, all canon fodder for this behemoth. It’s numbers were so fast they’re still relevant in today’s sports car world.