1967 Camaro SS/RS Best Muscle Car of All Time
We all have our favorite cars, and all for different reasons. Some people develop a fondness of a specific car because of a loved one, or maybe it was their first car they ever owned. When my Grandpa died, I was just 14. I remember my dad bringing home grandpa’s truck and parking it in the driveway. Each day that it sat beneath my window, I fell more in love with the truck itself, and wanted it for my own. I was devastated when my dad and my uncles sold it, it took me so long to forgive them.
A 1979 Chevrolet 1/2 ton with a long bed and a slide-in, it was really nothing special. But at the ripe old age of 14, it was the first look I had at the potential of my own freedom. I assumed dad had brought it home for me, but having no clue how much it took to pay for a funeral, my selfishness wasn’t going to pay for the funeral either.
Almost 2 years later, after my anger had subsided, that freedom was one step closer. I bought my very own first car, but it wasn’t without its own issues. It had a bad transmission, leaky T-Tops, and paint that was oxidizing in all the wrong places. To me, all the months it sat in the garage collecting dust while I waited to turn 16 seemed like eternity. I would sit in the front seat staring down the long nose, barely able to see over the steering wheel, I would work on the electronics inside the car. I installed an after market stereo and custom sub woofer in the trunk, and that Christmas, a kind family donated money to help cover the costs of the transmission and clutch. I knew we were poor, but I didn’t know we were poor enough to get a sub for Santa, and certainly not one that would help pay for my car to get fixed.
I remember the day I drove that car home from the shop, it was like I had won the lottery, I was untouchable. Driving down State Street in Salt Lake City with the T-Tops off, heat on full blast, and bass bumping so loud I didn’t have a care in the world. A 1986 red Camaro is not something I thought I would ever have, so I babied her. I washed it twice a week, always keeping it spotless inside. One of the saddest days in my life was the day I had to let her go. I had replaced the fuel pump twice, along with many other minor repairs that never seemed to fix anything, it was just an endless money pit. Though it was a money pit, it didn’t take away from the freedom I felt as the wind would blow through my hair as I cruised down the road. Nothing could replace that.
After that, I bought two more Camaros. I had a 1984 Z28 and a 1994 Sport Coupe. The 1984 and the 1986 were both T-Tops, while the newer one was not, it was just not the same.
Fast forward 20 years, I have not bought another one, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted one. For me, that 82-92 series of Camaro held a special place in my heart, but I really had my eyes set on the first or second generation Camaro, specifically the Camaro SS/RS. I love the styling of the first generation Camaro, and the 68-69 didn’t change much, I would happily drive any of the above. Unfortunately, with this being a very rare car, and knowing that I didn’t want a money pit of a broken down car, the only answer is a fully restored (or near restored) car, but that hasn’t happened quote yet.
Through the course of what we’ve done over the last couple of years, we’ve seen thousands of cars. Some of them classic muscle cars, tuners, super cars, even Restomods and Ratrods. Most people would be happy with the traditional Corvette, or maybe a Maserati, but for me, I would still rather have a 1967 Camaro SS/RS.
It’s easy to fall in love with a Corvette, it’s an iconic sports car that was made for mass appeal. Loving the Corvette is like loving the winning team in your state. It takes more guts to root for your home team when they’re on a losing streak, Camaro has always been the under dog, which is why I choose Camaro as my favorite car of all time.
If you could have any car you could want, what would you pick? Maybe you drive it currently? We’d love to hear about it!
A Little History of the Chevrolet Camaro
The Chevrolet Camaro hit the market on September 29, 1966 as a 1967 model year. Chevy salivated at the idea of their own another Pony car as a way to compete with Ford’s successful Mustang. In its third year, Ford’s muscle car already had a huge head start, and was gaining popularity for enthusiasts all around the country.
In their first year, Chevrolet sold over 220,000 Camaros, while Ford sold more than twice that. Mustang bolstered their position as the #1 selling Pony car by putting the 390 V8 in the refreshed Mustang.
1968-1969 the gap in sales between the Mustang and the Camaro came in a little closer, with Mustang selling around 300k units, while Camaro’s numbers raised slightly to about 240k.
Chevrolet continued to innovate, with a huge body style change in 1970 along with the introduction of the larger 402 Cubic Inch motor, replacing the 396 that was considered a power house.
Over the next few years, demand for the Camaro declined significantly, possibly due to the killing off of the convertible model Camaros.
1977, Camaro’s 10 year anniversary was a big year. Even bigger as Chevy steals the show by outselling Mustang for the first time ever. This could be in partly because of the reintroduction of the Z-28 model, which was a lighter weight model that was made for racing. Z28 was a popular model that had been removed from the lineup since 1975.
1978 was the first year that T-Tops became available, taking the Camaro to new heights.