Drive a car for long enough, and it molds to fit you in all its moving parts, or so they say. Bob Sikorsky, columnist and the author of Drive It Forever (Mc-Graw Hill, 1983), perhaps the most authoritative; important, and engaging book ever written on car care, was often known to express that a conscientious single owner could drive a car well beyond its twilight years, while a single additional driver's different driving style could undo thousands of miles of care in a hundred feet.

Sikorsky has a fervent fan in our Editor, in turn a confirmed and confessed Camaro enthusiast. It is entirely possible that said Editor's garaged third-generation car is among the highest-mileage Camaros in the country, yet she continues to enjoy life – if privileged – on warmer weekends, her wedged snout even snorting defiantly at a recent, troublesome press car which shall remain nameless, and still growling with effervescent communication on the right roads.

Perhaps it is apt; after all, Camaro in its name derives from a Franco-Spanish concoction which loosely means, friend. Those who have heard the stories about this particular Camaro will by and large acknowledge that a more faithful car would be rare to find.