I decided to put up a build thread, both as a way to document my (hopefully) progress, and a place to ramble about life. Feel free to read or ignore either as appropriate :P.
Background
I bought this car in highschool, and while it wasn’t my first car, it was the first one I ever purchased with my own money. I started working at 15, and by the end of senior year I had enough extra saved up to buy a 15 year old Camaro. And not just any 15 year old Camaro, I knew I wanted the B4Z/L98 package combo, because it was the best for those years. B4Z was the IROC package, giving you a better suspension, chassis reinforcement, a faster steering ratio box, and a bunch of other goodies that would fall under the “performance package” on new Mustangs, Camaros, Challengers, etc. A bunch of minor tweaks to the car’s various systems that add up to give it a different character than the regular cars. And L98 was the big engine, the 350ci TPI motor. None of this plebian 305ci nonsense! 4” bores or nothing!
My parents, my dad in particular, told me I shouldn’t buy it: I already had a perfectly reliable car; a 100K+ mile, domestic V8 ponycar was probably beat to death by the previous owner, and it is going to cost a fortune in repairs, maintenance, fuel, and insurance to keep on the road. BAH! What do they know? (Turns out he knew from experience, as my dad made almost verbatim the same mistakes with a ’65 Mustang when he was that age).
But it was my money, so after a final warning to at least keep my current car so that WHEN the new one broke down, I’d still have a way to get to work and school, I bought it. Hooray! I had almost 2 whole days of bliss before I went to title/register/plate it, and the state inspection revealed it needed a new exhaust, tires, and a third thing that escapes me to this day (I think the $$$ cost to a high school kid on a budget has caused me to block it out). Thankfully, my HS job was at an autoparts store, and I was able to buy most of what I needed for 20-30% off retail, and got the car patched back up over a couple weekends. Registration, title, and plates was another several hundred bucks, and I had the unfortunate introduction to the world of both sales and personal property tax. The latter especially is capable of shattering an 18year old’s world. “You mean I have to pay you tax every year? On stuff I already own?!?!!!” Heartbreaking. Both to my worldview and my wallet.
Skipping ahead a little so this doesn’t turn into a novel, I had a bunch of fun experiences with the car in college. And it continued to suck money at a prodigious rate. Had to pony up $1200 for a 700R4 rebuild when the trans puked on a backroad excursion. My date was not impressed. It later stuck the thermostat and overheated (I caught it quickly, no HG damage), and I had to rebuild the cooling system, including sending the intake manifold to the machine shop to get the threads for the thermostat housing helicoiled. In hindsight, my dad was right, and I should have saved my money, rocked my original car, and used the time for dating girls and socializing in school. That being said, driving an old ponycar and trying to keep it on the road kept me (mostly) out of trouble, taught me a lot about cars, engines, and repairing things, and led me to engineering and my job(s) after college. I also got to drive on the local mountain roads, autox, drag race, and just have insane amounts of fun with a bunch of car enthusiasts my own age throughout college. So maybe it all worked out for the best.
Towards the end of school, I was out on another date, and the engine started knocking. Oil pressure dropped to 5psi at idle, and we once again parked on the side of the road and called AAA. This was somewhat a theme for the car. It never left ME stranded, but had broken down (spectacularly) on at least 3-4 occasions with a girl in the car. I towed it back to the apartment complex and parked it for the rest of the year, intending to fix it once I’d started my real job that summer and was in a better place financially.
Fast forward 11 years, and a couple of big life changes, and the car is still in the same condition as senior year of college…maybe with a bit more sun damage from sitting outside. Or maybe that’s just the water based Van Nuys plant paint falling apart. For a while, I just had fun with other cars that needed less to enjoy. I’ve owned an E30, a Miata, an AW11 MR2, a Cappuccino, a GC8 Impreza, an Integra, a C5 Z06, a 65 Mustang Fastback, and probably some others I’m forgetting. And that was just the DD’s. I had a couple other project cars. And the Camaro has sat. I think part of it was I had such dreams of restomodding when I was young, that I was afraid to start for fear of screwing it up, another piece is I have moved several times for work, and I never wanted to get to a point where it was in pieces in the garage mid-move, then things get lost and it never gets completed. On the bright side, leaving it alone has allowed it to move on and off the trailer under its own power, and shuffle around the garage as needed, happily knocking away at 5psi oil pressure once it warms up: