Totally overhauled small block 350, tuned port injection of course; the TBI is just not the same. Pushing 400 horsepower with its Edelbrock shorty headers and Flowmaster exhaust, gliding over the road on Hotchkins suspension and Bear brakes. Total Infinity sound system, black and grey interior with ‘Camaro’ etched into the seats and doors, all contained by a flawess, dark, candy apple red exterior. You can’t see inside her, the black tintened windows lock the outside world away. She hugs the ground, screaming thorugh corners, with dual chrome exhaust tips on each side with blackened out tail lamps. At open throttle she melts tires without trouble as her motor rumbles like thunder, deafening all. Loud and stunning on the outside, silent as night and smooth as a Cadillac on the inside. You roll down the windows, breaking the silence, letting her perfect sound envelop you; the sound of the motor and the road flying under your feet. Miles of straight road, calling your name; your foot gets heavier until it’s on the floor. The 160mph speedometer maxes out, but you feel the speed continue to climb. The landscape passes by in a blur, other cars appear to be stopped. The police ignore you, they can’t catch you. The car begins shaking at 200mph, but it’s not the car, it’s you. Your hands and arms on the wheel are shaking, you’ve never gone this fast. It’s like time has ceased to be. The motor is so loud your ears feel like they’re going to burst. The car is angry, and it wants everyone to know. But with you inside, she treats you right, like perfect love making as two become one. You meld. Man into machine, machine into man. She moans in ecstasy as she finally shifts into 6th and the last of her speed flies onto the road. You and her are melded and fly down the road, in perfect harmony.
Her name…is Sarah.
1985 IROC-Z Camaro
