Years ago, cool had two doors and a fastback roofline. Today, cool is open for interpretation. Sure, there’s an argument to be made that it always has been, but more so than ever, cool is dictated by what’s left. As a teenager, I wouldn’t have given a four-door Nova or Chevelle a second glance. But the older, only-a-little-bitsmarter me realizes Detroit isn’t making 1960s and 1970s muscle cars anymore, and the once bountiful cornucopia of potential projects is ever dwindling.
Every year, more vintage iron disappears from the road, never to return. Be it rust, crashes, or any other automotive ailment, the result is the same: less available canvas for us hot rodders to paint and a skyward-creeping price tag.
Seriously, remember when a first-gen Camaro was something…