The 1993 introduction of the fourth-gen Camaro rocked me right to the depths of my puny pre-teen core.

Really, it was just that one commercial — the one with the red Z/28 drifting sideways across wet asphalt in slow motion — that did it for me. Long, low, and packing 275 horsepower, the car came with a 6-speed manual transmission and a cup holder big enough to hold a Slurpee. The hook was deeply set.

The idea that Chevrolet was Read More