The DeTomaso Pantera. I remember my neighbors having one of these as a kid, and just hearing that big OHV V8 start up on the occasional Saturday morning was amazing. Some kids like cereal and cartoons on a Saturday morning. Me? I was always ready to go and have my eardrums blown out (not to mention getting high as all hell off the unburnt fuel belching out of the exhaust) by 351 cubic inches of Cleveland goodness.