This Question of the Day is going to be a strange one for me, because…well, except for the couple of months I actually had a 1975 Camaro in my possession, I have never owned one of my dream cars. It’s dead-nuts true. My Cutlasses, my two big Chevrolets, my Monte Carlos, the Mopars…none of them were dream machines. That’s not to say that they were bad cars…to this day I still wish I had my four-speed Diplomat or my ’87 Monte SS back in my driveway. But there is a difference between a cool car and a dream car. I liked my Regal. I dream about a round-taillight E-body ‘Cuda. I liked the Comet. I dream about a shovelnosed Camaro. See the difference?
That being said, some of you out there are lucky enough to have actually acquired your true dream car, the one that you wanted from the start. I envy you, I truly do. And that’s what today’s Question of the Day is about. Every dream car starts somewhere. For me, both the Camaro and the ‘Cuda trace back to cars that imprinted on me during childhood…the white Type LT Camaro on hurricane wheels my uncle owned and the blue ex-drag racer ‘Cuda that the next-door neighbor’s husband put back onto the street. Both of those cars had an impact on me and ever since my Camaro wound up on a flatbed headed to the crusher without my consent, I haven’t been able to make that dream come true yet. If you have, then we want to hear the story. Where did it start, how did you get the car and what does it mean to you?