As flamboyant as its paint job is, the Judge was the muscle car to beat in its day. Owning one was like instantly becoming a drag racer, since every stoplight became an opportunity to prove its dominance. These were the days when factory performance really meant something and the Judge was the standard by which many cars were measured.

“Son, you're looking at a legend.” Big Enos was right and the Bandit drove that Firebird to places that cars were never meant to go. You'll be hard to catch behind the wheel of this iconic example of 1970s American muscle.