Once upon a glorious time, the Plymouth Road Runner was pure cartoon chaos on four wheels. Enter the saddest Road Runner ever to wear the feathers: a Volare-based impostor wheezing out a claimed 220 horsepower that felt more like a polite suggestion than actual motivation. More like meep… meep… as it struggled to merge onto the freeway without a running start and a strong tailwind. This was the Road Runner after a decade of emissions strangleholds, fuel crises, and corporate despair had turned it into a soft, stripe-covered grocery-getter with delusions of grandeur. MEEP MEEP, indeed.