530 horse, 550 torque.... dang. Personally I would search for a 2004-2005 GTO and slap in a Supercharger kinda like this one. http://www.gmhightechperformance.com/features/0909gmhtp_2004_pontiac_gto/index.html
A short little poem about my Dodge, my Cobra, and my GTO. Wrote this while my chute was flaming out at the end of the quarter-mile. ---------------------------- Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill But she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored. She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar And if that aint enough to make you flip your lid There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer When I get rubber in all four gears Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up Buddy gonna shut you down My four speed dual quad posi-traction 409 Superstock Dodge is windin' out in low But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch My pressure plate's burnin' that machines too much Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink And now the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink He's hot with ram induction but it's understood I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood The guys come to race her for miles around But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night When an XKE pulled up on the right And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag And challenged me then and there to a drag We both popped the clutch when the light turned green You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights And all the Jag could see were my six taillights He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve But I pulled her out and there we were At Dead Man's Curve Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389 Listen to her tackin' up now, listen to her whi-i-ine C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, GTO You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em wi-i-ild C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, GTO Gonna save all my money and buy a GTO Get a helmet and a roll bar and I'll be ready to go Take it out to Pomona and let 'em know That I'm the coolest thing around Little buddy, gonna shut you down When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO When the flag went down, you could hear rubber burn, The Stingray pulled me going into the turn I hung a big shift, and I got into high, When I when I flew by the Stingray, I waved bye bye. Around the turn into the straight away I was blowing off everything that got in my way, Stingrays and Jags were so far behind I took my Cobra out of gear and let it coast to the line.
