"After hitting a pothole and hearing a resounding CLUNK, my friend said, ‘There’s smoke coming from one of the tires.’"
t wasn’t a dark or stormy night, rather it was a bright summer day, but the tale is just as eerie. A friend had just purchased a basket-case ’68 Camaro with the intent of restoring it. The car belonged to a relative and had been disassembled with the thought of turning it into a race car. The windshield was missing, nothing was present forward of the firewall but frame and suspension, and the interior was jammed
