If you're a regular reader of Hemmings Muscle Machines, you may
recognize my '67 Camaro RS. It's a fairly basic ride, sourced from
southern California where it seems to have lived its entire life before
getting shanghaied and brought back to Vermont.
The car has been
serving to fulfill a longtime daydream for me, allowing me to travel
about in a fully functional and presentable first-generation Camaro,
something I last did back in the late '80s.
I wanted to enjoy an early Camaro the way I'd enjoyed my '69 before it
got too beat up and worn out and outran my financial and time budgets.
The trouble was, by the mid-'90s, eastern first-gens were either
completely clapped out like mine, or fixed up to some degree that made
them more costly than something you'd use for casual cruising.
So when
I when out west for work and happened across the '67 RS that a friend
was trying to dump while cutting ties with a former fiancé, I jumped on
it.
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