Those of you that have been around these pages for a while will know that I’m not exactly a fan of gen3 F-Bodies (1982-1992 Camaro & Firebird). An ’89 Camaro graces my GM Deadly Sin #6 – “46 trips to the Dealer in the First Year”. No, that title is not an exaggeration, but based on an account of a former owner of a 1985 Firebird. If you don’t believe me, click on the link. It eloquently sums up my feelings about these, in a way I never could quite find the words myself, no matter how hard I tried. And I did try hard.
But that’s all in the past now. The endless battles we fought on these pages over my GM Deadly Sins feel like they were all a bad dream. I’m awake now, and when I spotted this Camaro sitting at Monroe Park one early spring day, I was entranced. Who wouldn’t, given the fine art original work that its body displays. I’ve been documenting the Painted cars of Eugene for years, but now it’s time to celebrate the Unpainted Cars of Eugene, starting with this Camaro.
I’m not a body work guy, so I have no explanations. I just look and take it in, and marvel at the random designs that are unfolding on Jerry Palmer’s handiwork in our long rainy season. I’m sure he could never imagine this.
Maybe the owner was working towards a polished DeLorean look?
Just look at the various hues that have appeared. This artist has elevated this lowly Camaro to MOMA levels of artistry.
One could lose oneself in those patterns. Don’t stare too long!
As a lover of patina, I was bowled over when I encountered this. It just needs a coat of clear coat to preserve it, but that would eliminate the serendipity of future surface and color evolution. A living piece of art.
The other side is evolving along a somewhat different pathway, perhaps due to it facing towards the prevailing storms from the Pacific. I love the juxtaposition of the blue plastic mirror. Brilliant!
The real genius is that the artist has apparently managed to make the plastic front fascia rust. Did he hand build a steel version? Isn’t that incredible? The transition from the solid blue to the hood is variegated in such a way as to not create an overly jarring effect. Subtle, in its own way.
Sadly, the interior has not benefited from any artistic improvements. Of course that would be much more challenging. Maybe impossible. Or perhaps the artistic statement is just to leave it as is, as many younger viewers will find it as equally visually challenging as the exterior.
I can honestly say that this was the first time I was genuinely attracted to one of these. With another rainy season or two under its belt, I’d actually be willing to be seen in it. Now that’s saying something; perhaps.
Postscript: After a long hot day fixing up a house and a long evening hike, this is all I can come up with. I’m sure some of you will add something actually relevant.