If you’re a longtime reader of Dopest, you probably know my opinion on muscle cars: The more broken, the better. There’s a beautiful ’68 Camaro that lives somewhere near my apartment, beaten up, broken down, and rotting in its parking spot around the corner, and I drool every time I pass it. This ’68 might be even better.
Sure, it doesn’t have an “engine” or “transmission” and the paint looks like the time I tried to rock a miniature model of a Camaro as a kid, but that’s what makes it so cool. great. Old muscle cars shouldn’t be pristine, they need to be enriched.
