Rising up out of the Los Angeles asphalt like a pagan god, the 440 cubic inch-motivated Vulcan is the final result of a hell of a lot of heavy lifting and muscle coordination. Breathed to life by Mage Design in a dark alley in Hollywood, California, with the spark of an arc, the Vulcan welds together classic, full-on American muscle car myth, folklore and big block horsepower with the fluid lines, grace and panache of the 1960s-era French Citroens. And whether it be wrinkling the greasy concrete of Fairfax and Melrose, inspiring fear into all those who crowd the I-405, or sand blasting the beaches of the South Bay, the bolt straining, “police on my back” Vulcan is the gasoline pissing, bolt spitting overlord of all things Southern California. Pay up. The landlord’s in town.
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