Vaterra

Green. Tires scream as 396 cubic inches of big block aggression comes off the leash. Your neck muscles tense as acceleration pins you to the seat and hurls you forward. The edges of your vision bends into a blur. Your heart pounds. All you see in the rearview mirror is a cloud of white smoke and two lines of molten rubber rapidly fading into the distance. Such was the scene at many a traffic light when the 1969 Camaro SS first hit America’s streets. Even today, the sight and sound of a ’69 SS easing up to the line can send chills down the spine of anyone who loves muscle car legends.