Second, it's got a blower. Not a prissy little kompressor, or even a more urbane supercharger, it's got a fuckin' blower. Not only does it have a fuckin' blower, it's got one atop a Chevy small-block, which seems to be the de-facto heart transplant candidate for pretty much all failed semi-exotics. It's a good, common, reliable choice to replace the mad clockwork it came with. A 32v Northstar would be a more aligned to the spirit of the original equipment, but you'd kill it with that fuckin' blower, which I mentioned before as being important.
Third, if you set out to design a car that pisses people off, you couldn't do better than this, and that's almost guaranteed if you show up at the Beverly Hills country club, or Shutters, or a Porsche meet. Is that what they call them? I'm not a Porsche person, so I have no idea, but I imagine you'd be relegated to the kids' table with the 914's, where you'd have the only car in the section capable of sustained burnouts. When you're done with that, you can go take the piss out of the American iron purists. That's always fun, it's like riding a Buell to a Harley event. As an added bonus, it's also quite possible that it's capable of some actual performance as well, so winning a quarter mile or two would avenge all the abuse you took in high school auto shop from Buddy Repperton-type mouthbreathing retards.