“Almost 30 years ago, I was bitten by the classic-car bug at the age of 15. With my savings from bagging groceries at the Piggly Wiggly and some financial help from my parents, I was able to secure a red 1968 Camaro, with original 327, PS, and A/C as my first car. Not long after obtaining my license, I turned it around on a country road, sliding through a chain-link fence and centering it up a telephone pole. I was devastated. Luckily, this was at a time when you could still go down to the local dealership parts counter and order up NOS panels for reasonable prices, and so it became a project car. Over the next 18 months, with my father’s guidance and patience, we rebuilt the car to…
