Murdered-Out Monster

This isn't just another first-gen Camaro — this is pure mechanical savagery dressed in jet-black elegance. Painted in a rich, dark black with dark charcoal racing stripes that look carved from shadow, this '67 Camaro is the definition of modern Pro Touring perfection — angry, loud, and engineered to dominate.

Under the hood lives a GM 6.2L L92 crate motor, armed with Mast Motorsports Black Label heads, a custom cam, EFI controller, and a Wegner accessory drive. Sitting proudly on top is a Kenne Bell Mammoth supercharger — and “mammoth” is no exaggeration. Push the button and this beast snarls like it's ready to tear asphalt apart.

A Tremec 6-speed manual backs it up, feeding power through an Inland Empire aluminum driveshaft into a Moser 12-bolt rear end with posi-traction — because smoke shows are a must. Suspension is a dream combo: Ridetech 4-link rear, Speedtech subframe connectors, and QA1 coilovers all around for that precision stance and grip. Wilwood 6-piston 13” brakes clamp down hard when things get wild, while the DSE mini tubs make room for the massive 18x12 Fikse Profil 5S wheels out back.

Inside, The Recover Room Hotrod Interiors went all out. A Marquez dash and door panels give it that bespoke supercar feel. ISIS wiring keeps things clean and reliable. Ididit steering column, Nurelics power windows, Vintage Air, push-button start, and a killer custom sound system make it just as refined as it is ruthless.

Two years, over $140K in receipts (not counting countless man-hours), and only 3370 miles since completion. This car wasn't built to sit in a climate-controlled garage — it was built to dominate streets and shred egos.

Drop it into gear, hammer that billet pedal, and hold on — the supercharger screams, the BFGs hook, and your face stretches into an uncontrollable grin as this monster throws you forward in a haze of adrenaline and tire smoke. On the open highway, it's calm, composed, and terrifyingly precise. Ice-cold A/C, concert-grade audio, and comfort that makes cross-country runs feel effortless.

If you're shopping for a grandpa's “cute” resto-mod to park at a Sunday show, keep walking. But if you crave an apex predator — a show-stopping, street-tearing, fire-breathing machine that makes grown men stop breathing — this 1967 Camaro is the only answer.

Visit us at 5626 Gravois Ave, St. Louis, MO, 63116. For inquiries, call (515)-REVHEADS and ask for Damon.

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