RARELY DID THE STREET URCHINS gather before midnight in the dark corner of the mall parking lot; their surreptitious activities were put on hold until then for the streets to clear out and tarmac trawlers to make their rounds. Suddenly, a sinister black Camaro made its presence known, and all heads swiveled in unison as it cruised past the small group. Prior to making its debut on this evening, the Camaro had been unknown, so naturally this crowd was eager for a closer look at the newcomer, and to find out if it was a player… or a poseur.
It certainly seemed the part of a serious contender: The barely muffled exhaust did little to conceal a hard-hitting cam, Lakewood slapper bars were appropriately attached to the rear leaf springs, and the sticky street slicks on vintage
