Once we become exposed to a certain type of muscle car at an influential age that car remains etched in our brains and is one we continually gravitate toward—one that we hope to have in our possession at some point in our life. In the case of Randy Wilson, from Woodlawn, Virginia, he had been into cars as long as he can remember. The passion was always there and became solidified by his stepdad who was regularly wrenching on hot rods of his own in the garage.
Randy’s love for early second-gen Camaros was big, but there was one ’70 Z28 in particular that had been on his radar for years—one he could never coax the owner into selling to him no matter how hard he tried. The owner just wouldn’t budge.
That owner just
