American Muscle in Paris

We were walking back to the apartment after dinner lastnight when I heard a familiar sound, and I knew right away it wan't the rattle of a 4 cylinder engine but the sweet of rumble of an American V8 with glass packs. And here it is:

 

That has got to be an expensive machine to run and maintain in Paris.

 

Last month we were staying on Isle St Louis and I would routinely see this American icon parked at the end of the island. But why someone would want to use it for delivery, I have no idea.