Bob Bickwermert of Robards, Kentucky, is a Chevy man. Throughout his 43 years, he’s built Tri-fives, Novas, Camaros, El Caminos, Corvettes, big Chevs, pickup trucks, you name it. If it’s got a Bow Tie under the hood, Bickwermert has had his name on the title and his mitts in the motor. But after years of messing with the same stuff that everyone else in America (it seemed) was building, he yearned to do something different. The catch? It had to be a Chevy.
Spot the problem? Right: What the hell is a different Chevy anyway? A different Chevy is like jumbo shrimp, a safe bet, the Senate Ethics Committee, rap music, a family vacation, death benefits, soft porn, or soap scum: It’s an oxymoron, two contradictory words that don’t belong…