1994 Chevrolet Camaro Z28: How To Convert A 17-Year-Old Mustang Kid

Photo of Polo Green 1994 Chevy Camaro Z28

If you were a Ford kid as I was in 1993, the new Camaro (shown above as a 1994 model) gave you fits. It was sleek and it was fast, and all hopes turned to the introduction of the ’94 Mustang that was so eagerly anticipated. As we all know, as far as horsepower was concerned, it landed with a thud.

Photo of black 1988 Mustang GT Convertible

I love all American (and many foreign) brands today, but I was almost exclusively a Ford man when the fourth-generation Camaro was introduced. As a 16-year-old with a newly minted driver’s license, I got to cruise around in this very car pictured above, my parents’ 1988 Mustang GT Convertible. Sure, it was a poser with its power-sapping AOD and 2.73 gears, but few cars in my Midwestern hometown had as much street cred as a 5.0 did. But times were changing when I got my license in 1993, as the Fox Mustang was showing its age and a spectacular new 275-horsepower Camaro was introduced, and it absolutely annihilated the poor Mustang.

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I remember the humiliation brought on by this exact road-test comparison in the December 1993 issue of Car and Driver. I liked the new Mustang a lot, but there was no hiding my disappointment when the old 5.0 was carried over with no speed tweaks, no improvements. Heck, where was the 351? Were we just going to concede to the Bow-Tie guys? In this road test partially run at my “home” road course of Waterford Hills, the Mustang lapped a second slower than the hot Z28. A second.

The zero-to-130 times were most telling (and embarrassing): The Camaro did it in 26.6 seconds. The Mustang, a humiliating 44.7. 

Photo of 1994 Camaro Z28 LT1 V8
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The reason for this shellacking was the Corvette-based LT1 350, pictured above. We all know that the LT1 was a stepping stone to the wildly popular (and powerful) LS family of General Motors V8s, but it was a big step forward in the Camaro. With 60 more horsepower than the Mustang and 40 more lb.-ft. of torque, it’s clear who did their homework. The LT1 today is probably best known for its Opti-Spark ignition, which has elicited some profanity from owners, and a novel reverse-flow cooling system that was possibly the result of some unethical maneuverings with a consultant, as explained in this excellent Hagerty article from May 2020.

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Thus, it was one of these Camaros that was my introduction to corporate heathenism. I’d always held my private concerns that maybe Fords weren’t necessarily the best cars on the road, but a late-night road test was one of the first steps in my breaking my strict Blue Oval ties. My dad and I stopped at the local Chevy dealer. It was a cold night, probably in the spring of 1994, and a Polo Green Z28 with the four-speed automatic and a medium beige interior was sitting on the lot, gleaming under the mercury-vapor lamps. A salesman greeted us, and unlike the usual pushy guy, this one was cool-all-the-way, probably my dad’s age. He invited me to drive the Camaro, and even at the time, I knew that was insane. I was 17, maybe even late-16.

Picture of 1994 Chevy Camaro Z28 interior
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Still, who would say no? My dad got into the back, and the engine barked to life with an exhaust note that sounded like, in the words of Car and Driver, “an old Can-Am car.” It was no great loss that the Camaro had the 4L60E; Chevy had figured out how to make an automatic LT1 run with a six-speed model; most period road tests were neck-and-neck, unlike the Ford AOD cars that were in the weeds compared to a T5-equipped 5.o.

We turned down dark, spooky, deserted “Skill Center Road” and the salesman told me to punch it. The Z28 kicked down to first, the rear skated to the right, the engine screamed, the rear tires grabbed, and that thing was doing 85 miles per hour in a 45 mile-per-hour zone faster than anything I’d driven in my short time on internal-combustion-powered wheels. It was life-changing, literally. My dad later told me that he was about to slap me in the head from the back seat, but he didn’t want me to crash.

I don’t remember that salesman’s name and I don’t know why he let a stupid kid drive that bellowing Camaro. My dad certainly showed no signs that he was interested in it (Fords and all), so maybe he was bored. Maybe he liked Camaros. Maybe he was putting a future customer on the hook. But wherever he is, I thank him for letting me drive that car and for giving me the brochure. I pored over all the details, the LT1 V8, the performance suspension, the subtle “Z28” callouts on the fenders, the red bowties on the nose and tail. I didn’t care that the engine was hard to service or that the clearcoat would probably be peeling in five years. I wanted mine in Polo Green with a Medium Beige interior, just like “my” Camaro on the lot (although I would have preferred the six-speed, even if I was an oaf with a manual at the time).

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The Camaro was the first step in my non-denominational conversion, and the spectacular fourth-gen Z28 had a lot to do with it.

And although I’ve never owned a Camaro, I own five GM cars today (including my ’74 Firebird, pictured above) and have had several more in my past. Sure, there are a few Fords in the fleet; my dad’s teachings will never totally go away, but in a way, I have a Chevy salesman to thank for what has been a lifetime of variety.

Further CC Reading

CC Tech: 1988 Ford Mustang GT – Plastic, A Better Idea In Quarter Windows

Curbside Musings: 1995 Chevrolet Camaro Convertible – The Halfway Point