This is the kind of stuff you want to see parked across the street. A 1975 Camaro RS in arrest-me red. 5.7 litres of the good stuff behind that chrome-bumpered nose cone.
Fat tires, chrome wheels. And then you see the child seat in the cabin. Someone’s raisin’ their kids right. You know, it’s either this or the Espace.
The grille looks like it’s ready to suck in unwitting little dogs.
Around this time, a frankly ridiculous heat wave descended upon our little town. The Camaro must’ve felt right at home, since the mercury rose to almost Southern state levels.
Off the top of my head, I’d say the Camaro has spent at least 20-25 years in this country. It’s probably done its share of donuts and peelouts by now. And not all of them in reverse, either.
[Images: Copyright 2013 Hooniverse/Antti Kautonen]