The Earthtone Cornhusker Special

It is amazing how people hold on to their f-body cars.  We discovered this Camaro at a motel in Nebraska.  I speculate that someone left it in lieu of paying the bill.    The color was perfect for sod-bustin'.  In Nebraska all you need is a pickup, a Camaro, beer, football, a dog, a wife. and crop subsidies.  Is there more to life than that?

 The flat tire was probably the only thing keeping it from tearing up the asphalt like in the good old days.  Hey!  It had three good tires.  The body looked pretty straight. and there didn't appear to be much rust.  The glass was okay and the mirrors and door handles were still attached.  No red tape over the tail lights neither.  (Gotta sound like a Cornhusker.)  With one tail pipe, this was probably a V-6 model.

 F-body cars really were almost as good as a wagon or hatchback.  Flip down the back seat and fill it up with stuff.  It's amazing how much can be carried, things like space-saver spares, groceries, old burger wrappers and pizza boxes, luggage, building materials, and whatever else you might imagine can fit under that huge piece of glass.  We hauled a big load of wedding gifts for some friends once in my red T/A.   The poor backseat cover in this car has seen too much sun, I'm a-frayed (Get it?)

 This car could be a decent restoration project.  I'll bet the owner would say, "It runs good.  I'm gonna fix-er up.  Gotta fix that flat first."
  We were traveling in the yellow Nissan Frontier you can see in the background. I told my son, "Stop, stop!  I gotta get a picture of that Camaro over there."

Is that a Ferrari???

A neighbor kid once asked me if my 2000 WS6 T/A was a Ferrari.  It had over-the-top styling, enough muscle to be dangerous, and was admired everywhere I went.  I got this car up to 150 mph once out in the western desert.  That was fast enough for me.  Lots of bang for the buck.

I took these pictures in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah on the Alpine Loop east of Mt. Timpanogos.  It was a beautiful car in a beautiful place on a beautiful day.  I used them on the net to help to advertise the car. I sold it to a young avionics engineer in the USAF who had owned two Firebirds in the past.  His wife and he couldn't resist this one after they found the listing.  He had  dreamed for years of owning this version.  I'm sure he'll never let this F-body die or even see blocks.

Discovered in the Far North

Notice the license plate?  I found this beaut in Ketchican while traipsing about the rain forest.  My wife and I were on a cruise that stopped there.  Within minutes you can hike from the dock up onto the face of a coastal mountain.  This 25th Anniversary Edition was parked along the way.  There was as much humidity inside the car as outside.  The guy in the picture said he knew the owner.  He, too, claimed to have owned a Camaro once.  "Yep!  It was the fastest car I ever owned," he bragged.  F-bodies were the workin' man's Corvette and they occupy a sacred spot within the hearts of their owners.  That's why they just can't send their aged and ailing Camaro or Firebird to the crusher.