I rode with a friend of mine in a souped up 69 Camaro up to Kansas City and back. I was never so glad to get out of a muscle car in my life. That damn thing was set up for racing and kicked my *** because it road like an empty lumber truck. I swear every little bump in the road was magnified exponentially and the open headers and gas fumes gave me such a migraineMy dream car is an actual real deal '69 Z28 Camaro. But these days I'm relegated to jonesing for a Subaru WRX or BRZ in STI configuration, an S209 would get me by alright.