Before you
Camaro experts jump all over me and make with the lectures about how this car is really an '80 or '81, try running its license plate number through the state's Smog History website. You see? I suspect we're dealing with the ol' "take two wrecked 2nd-gen F-bodies and make one Z-28" routine here...
Or the state has it wrong. Either way, if this car has a late-70s/early-80s small-block and it's still in smog-legal form, we're looking at a sub-200-horsewpower Camaro here, hardly bitchin' enough to run over your neighbor.
But who cares? Dammit, this car has Camaro style to spare!
How can you not love the Z28 emblems using a font lifted straight from the credits of a low-budget science-fiction movie? And how about the acres of plastic body add-ons?
You see these 3rd-gen Camaro wheels on just about everything, so it makes perfect sense to put them on an actual Camaro.
Now that's just mean-looking! The plastic snouts on these cars stick out quite some distance.
This car lives in the West End; the tags are way expired but it has the temporary operating permit in the rear window, so it looks like the owner is getting it back into streetworthy shape.
Which is a good thing, because the day has finally come when late-second-gen Camaros are no longer common. Given the sub-optimal build quality and hoonic driving habits of damn near all many Camaro owners, we're lucky to still see as many of these as we do.
It doesn't take much imagination to imagine this thing doing gnarly burnouts in the Circle K parking lot, circa 1982, while the Milwaukee's Best flows and Judas Priest blares. Only thing wrong with that picture is that this car didn't have the power to attain true gnarlitude in the burnout department.
