Step one: take the best-looking muscle car the 60’s ever saw, and introduce it to the greatest American supercar of the modern era. Step two: leave them alone in a quiet garage with a few dozen shots of high octane gas, plenty of axel grease and nothing else to do. Step three: the Dominator GTX is born, and it’s hungry. When your pedigree is this damn good, there’s nothing wrong with keeping it in the family.
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