Of all the cars I ever had, all the cars I dreamed of one day owning, one still eludes me to this day. It’s crazy! It’s not a Ferrari, not a Lamborghini, not a Cobra or a Hemi.
A 1967 Camaro Z/28 RS! Back in ‘67 almost no one knew about this car. Unmarked from the factory it was a sleeper. When I was 16 I would have nearly held up a bank for the $8,000 to buy a Maroon with Black stripes Z/28 for sale by a neighbor.
A funny thing happened, flush with money during the start of my highest earning years 90 to 94 (then catastrophe happened) I drove a ‘68 Z/28 in late 93 and was not impressed. Steering was lose, rattles over every bump in the road, heavy clutch and constant gas smell all took second place to no air conditioning.
So I went out that day and bought a brand new 1994 Firebird SLP Fire-hawk. 8 long weeks later it rolled in on a carrier from Lakehurst, NJ with 6 more onboard. It was number 88/500 and to me, the best car on the planet.
By the mid 2000’s I was in love with those primitive Chevys once more. Today it would be the only car I’m so familiar with that I would give serious thought to buying one finished or a great driver, but more to my point here, the only car I can ever see buying and working on as a project car at this point in my life.
Look here at the Firehawk and my fresh, factory delivered Z/28
My Girlfriend, Linda. She always goes along in my Camaro, hands me ice cold tap beers and my wrenches totally naked.
A 1967 Camaro Z/28 RS! Back in ‘67 almost no one knew about this car. Unmarked from the factory it was a sleeper. When I was 16 I would have nearly held up a bank for the $8,000 to buy a Maroon with Black stripes Z/28 for sale by a neighbor.
A funny thing happened, flush with money during the start of my highest earning years 90 to 94 (then catastrophe happened) I drove a ‘68 Z/28 in late 93 and was not impressed. Steering was lose, rattles over every bump in the road, heavy clutch and constant gas smell all took second place to no air conditioning.
So I went out that day and bought a brand new 1994 Firebird SLP Fire-hawk. 8 long weeks later it rolled in on a carrier from Lakehurst, NJ with 6 more onboard. It was number 88/500 and to me, the best car on the planet.
By the mid 2000’s I was in love with those primitive Chevys once more. Today it would be the only car I’m so familiar with that I would give serious thought to buying one finished or a great driver, but more to my point here, the only car I can ever see buying and working on as a project car at this point in my life.
Look here at the Firehawk and my fresh, factory delivered Z/28
My Girlfriend, Linda. She always goes along in my Camaro, hands me ice cold tap beers and my wrenches totally naked.
