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I think it has to do with the feeling of almost-out-of-control...of being close to losing it, but not quite there. Unlike exotics and imports, in a muscle car you don't feel like you can flick around a corner with just a twitch of your wrist. Instead you know that you can make it around that corner, but your heart starts hammering and your more rational side is screaming its fear in the back of your mind.
It's also the romantic in all of us. Who doesn't picture themselves alone on a long empty stretch of American highway in the middle of the night with nothing but the feel of the engine vibrations and the exhaust note to keep you company and nothing to do but drive until daybreak?
Or, in the words of Talladega Nights:
"You don't need to think. You need to drive. You need speed. You need to go out there, and you need to rev your engine. You need to fire it up. You need to grab ahold of that line between speed and chaos, and you need to wrestle it to the ground like a demon cobra! And then, when the fear rises up in your belly, you use it. And you know that fear is powerful, because it has been there for billions of years. And it is good. And you use it. And you ride it; you ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell, and then you win."
To me that quote sums up the muscle car experience.
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