My dream car would be a 1969 Chevy Camaro with a 350 engine and a four speed transmission. The name "Camaro" came from a French word for friend. The decision on the name came down to the last minute, with most of the world sure the car would be named, "The Panther." But the name Camaro fit in with other Chevy names- Corvette, Chevelle, Chevy 2, and Corvair. The main reason the Camaro was introduced was because of the huge success of the Ford Mustang. The Camaro was roughly the same size as the Mustang, a little wider and based more on high performance. The Camaro is one of the last remaining muscle cars still in production today. It is only fitting that buyers still expect maximum performance from their Camaros. It is that expectation that has kept the Camaro alive for all these years, while many other cars have faded away, lost in memory. The Mustang GT only offered the 289- cubic inch or a 390- cubic inch V8 in 1967. The Camaro rolled out with 302, 327, 350, and 396 cubic inch V8's The Camaro's style was much smoother as well. The introduction of the Camaro threw pony car (Mustang) development into frenzy. Before the Camaro, the Mustang and Barracuda were not quite considered full muscle cars. Most serious performance enthusiasts still opted for intermediate sized GTO's or the Chevelle Super Sports (SS). The Camaro changed the image of those sport coupes.
The Z28 and the stout SS-396 were more than just a stylish ride. Under the hood Camaros were well respected. Such respect helped establish the Camaro as the premier high-performance pony car. Camaro sales increased each year form 1967-1969. To this day, these Camaros are the favorite among enthusiasts. The Camaro brings a bad-boy image to the street and the track. The car has always been based on racing even when the Camaro was not officially involved. It's at home drag racing, and racing away from convenience stores after hold-up. Driving this car can be relaxing because you can leave your worries behind, if your hands are not on the wheel you can feel this car pulling away, screaming and jumping to be free. My car would have the smell of a old car to bring back memories of driving my Camaro in high school. The neon lights underneath it glow like the moon at night. The leather bucket seats are like a dream. The chrome rims shine like they are brand new off the lot. You can feel and hear it coming from down the block, the stereo system will bring brain damage to people that get too close. The four-hundred and twenty horsepower engine that runs under the hood will surely bring fear to people driving by. For people that see My Camaro notice the customized license plate that says “mine”.