Somewhere between Australopithecus and Homo sapiens, the art of embellishment firmly latched itself onto modern man's genetic coding. Think about it. Everyone's 2 inches taller in a bar than at the doctor's office, one ShamWow can supposedly wipe all the grease off of the entire Jersey Shore cast, and chances are you got your current gig based partly on bs strategically sprinkled in your résumé. In the same vein, cloning is such a common hot rodding practice that it's not even looked down upon anymore. When transforming a plain-Jane Mustang or Camaro into a Mach I or a Z28-and leeching off the mystique and exclusivity of those hallowed machines-is just a badge-swap away, the trickery is somewhat understandable. This explains why almost all cloned Chevelles are of the Malibu and SS variety, and there is a peculiar absence of plebeian Chevelle 300s amongst the A-body population.
For a small percentage of enthusiasts, however, less is more. They dig crank windows, rubber floor mats, and a steady supply of ambient air streaming into the cockpit. If you're one of those guys, George Poteet's '66 Chevelle 300 is for you. Not only was it spared the hackneyed fake SS treatment, it boasts a destroked small-block, a stripper interior, and power nothing. It's the quintessential incarnation of addition by subtraction, but interestingly, behind the bare-bones façade is a modern Detroit Speed and Engineering suspension, Baer brakes, and Tremec five-speed. This Chevelle wears its lowly "300" badges with pride, and its intricate details aren't for those with short attention spans. While it may look as plain as vanilla from afar, the closer you get, the spicier it becomes.
The "300" theme is littered throughout the cabin, with "300" emblems adorning the steering
It takes someone secure in his or her own skin to build a car like this, and George Poteet is a man who has nothing left to prove in his automotive endeavors. He owns one of the most diverse car collections in the country, and his wild creations have been popping up in car magazines for decades. Some of his most memorable hot rods to date include a 300-mph '69 Barracuda land-speed racer, a Viper-powered '54 Plymouth Savoy, a NASCAR-inspired '68 Charger, and a '61 Ford Starliner with a 427ci Cammer underhood. To convert his fantasies to sheetmetal, George commissions the best car builders in the industry like Troy Trepanier, Bobby Alloway, Roy Brizio, and Steve Strope. Sure, it takes a healthy bankroll to fund projects of this caliber, but George has always put his cars to good use. Many of his high-profile street cars have been flogged on cross-country cruises, and George has driven 436 mph at Bonneville in his streamliner. Even so, these halo cars represent just a small fraction of his collection, and tucked away in his Mississippi compound are dozens upon dozens of stock-looking Impalas, Chevelles, Road Runners, and Firebirds. These types of cars rarely get much press, but his recently finished '66 Chevelle 300 offers a glimpse into his more practical side, albeit in an extreme kind of way.