My inner environmentalist and my inner fan of bad ass vintage rides, somehow, have established some sort of detente. As a town, somehow I am big enough for the two of them after all. Big old American cars are ghastly, clattering anachronisms. Ecological scourges. And, somehow, super friggin' sweet. ( shrug. ) Anyhow, there's a really nice old Camaro that I see around the block from time to time, very nicely maintained. Here's a trio of toy cam images of it.