We had a very progressive chief who saw an opportunity to do something creative in the midst of the fuel crisis. These cars were deceivingly effective. With fuel injection, front-wheel drive, and manual transmissions (not to mention some fine tuning by race car builder Fred Slack at S&S Automotive), they were quick from 0-90mph. And could take the twisting roads in Irmo much better than the muscle cars of the day. I ran down so many Camaros and Trans Ams that my fellow officers threatened to paint Camaro emblems on my fender like a fighter pilot. The only chase I ever lost was to a Jaquar on a straight-away.
Why do you think they called them Rabbits…?