SURVIVORS AND DAILY DRIVERS
Yes, I want to drive it! Is there another answer when faced with a nose-stripe 1968 Camaro with a white-ball shifter and nearly 500 hp? Josh Henning from Roadster Shop (RS), a small factory in Mundelein, Illinois, had left the keys in it and parked beyond sprinting distance for both of us. It was a big sign that I was not in Los Angeles, and this wasn’t a regular Camaro. Far from it.
The car looked original. Not resto-original, but out-of-the-showroom-in-1968 original. The door popped open without a creak or a sag. The courtesy lights and dome light winked on as if a miracle had occurred. Inside, it was the smell that hit me first. That old-car smell provided by factory glue formulas and fabrics that were obsolete 30 to 40 years ago. A quick twist of the key
