Sorry guys, but I just have to whore out the car. Back in 1999,2000, I made the decision that I had to have a Camaro. I will admit, at one time I did consider getting an import. At the time, the Imports were the cars that were being glamorized... if you had one with some work done to it, it was going to get you some attention... even if the car was slow as hell to begin with. But the pull was definetly there. Imports were just getting more recognition, there was more aftermarket, and people just seemed to be in the know about imports. and it seemed like at the time, they were just more fun. Domestic cars on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Get a Domestic car, and you risked being completly left out of the loop. Never mind the fact that you could roll up in a relatively cheap domestic car, with minimal work done to it, that could just completly run circles around the more expensive japanese offerings... people just didn't care. It appeared that what was reality, vs. what people thought were two very very different things. There was just too much adversity against the domestics against the new wave of percieved faster, lighter, tighter performance offerings from the rising sun. So what happened? Well, all signs were definetly pointing to me getting an import. * or a smaller hatch for that matter* Money wise, it would have been alot cheaper since the GM offerings at the time were WAYY more expensive then anything else. Unless I went really down the years, anything relatively new would have been a stretch. Secondly, gas and insurance wise, it would have been alot better financially to get a Honda or a Focus instead of a 93 Octane huffing, 2+2, V8 powered door slammer at my relatively yound age. People left and right told me that insurance was going to EAT ME ALIVE. Third, like previously stated, Domestics just didn't get the appeal that Imports would have. A few times I had witnessed relatively mint condition C5 Corvettes sitting in bliss lonelyness while crowds gathered around nitrous up, chipped out, slammed body kit engrossed Civics still running the stock engines. It was just absolutly retarded the attention that these cars would get, just hyped up beyond belief while real engineered vehicles would get passed over, people jaded into thinking that these cars were still running distributers and carbs. So what happened? How did I wind up with my Camaro? In most part, it was just pure dogged determination on my part, and a little bit of luck. At the time, the Camaro WAS the king of the street, and nothing short of an exotic could run with them. I was determined to get this car, and nothing would hold me back. Finally, when the smoked cleared, I signed a 475 a month payment on a mint condition, 2001 black on black Camaro SS with a 6 speed manual. Now that I look back on that, there would have been no way in hell I would have signed papers on that. But thats what being younger and overly motivated will do to you. As soon as I started driving it around however, things got very very interesting. For the most part, people liked the car. However, that's as much normal as it went. My mom didn't seem to mind so much, but she just thought the car only had 200HP or something like that. It wasn't until two years down the road that she found out the power was nearly double that and she flipped. However, she has since recovered. My other non-car enthusiests friends just didn't seem to get it. Ignorance ran rampant and I was constantly finding myself defending the car. "Why do you have to drive a car so loud?" they would ask. "What does that thing get, like 8 MPG?" At this point, I would like to interject that GM had so overengineered this car, that the car was actually acheiving high 20-low 30 MPG on the freeway. Almost as good as some 4 cylinders. When I started mixing it up with my non-car enthusiests friends, things got really interesting. The car was either subjected to mass delusions of performance inability, or would either sit in solitude. Never mind the fact that the car was engineered to uncompromising straight line acceleration, or the car could out power, out corner, or just straight out hustle any of my other friends cars... park it next to a Celica or a Honda, and the car was suddenly just as remarkable as a mini van. That definetly wasn't worth 475 a month.