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RS clone rises supreme from the rot bucket

Steve Wilson didn’t buy this car from a church lady. He didn’t buy it from some hot-rod addled kid, either. In fact, he didn’t even find the car at all. His friend Ken has a penchant for searching roads that were the backbone of the nation years before the words interstate highway entered the popular lexicon. That’s back roads now, inarguably the best way to experience Americana at its seediest and most relaxed.

Ken was hard by Gainesville, Florida, perusing the landscape, searching for dented, messed up tin, a bright spot winking from the foliage. His radar detected a ’69 Camaro trying to return to the earth not far behind a local’s trailer. The lady that owned it told him that it hadn’t run in years and that she would sell if someone would take it from her yard.

Steve manages Courtesy Collision, a large commercial body shop in Kissimmee, but the Camaro’s carcass was daunting and he knew that bringing this precious metal back to life would not occur without three-dimensional vision and the resolve of a Kamikaze pilot. Suffice that if someone had brought him this car to make whole, he would have vehemently questioned their sanity and then told them to go away. But he considered that he had bodyman Felix Arrufut and painter Shawn Pagel at his side and felt a little better about the nightmare that lay ahead.

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