In what is apparently a slow time in the Car News biz, Chevrolet announced today the long-awaited (or much anticipated?) pricing of its 2014 Z/28 Camaro. And while – at first blush – a suggest retail of $75K might seem on the high/who-do-they-think-they-are? side, know that the almost EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLAR figure includes the vehicle’s $995 destination fee (whew), but doesn’t include tax, title and license. Nor does it include the avarice typically known as the dealer addendum, often supplied by those Chevy dealers who always wanted to sell Porsches.
Of course, no one will deny the Z/28 package is special; few knew, however, it was this special. Mark Reuss, who is both a recognized enthusiast and (not incidentally) president of GM North America, noted that the Z/28 “is an uncompromising performer that’s bred for the track…” And if you compare this new Camaro to, say, Secretariat or Seattle Slew, it looks like quite the buy. Compare it, however, to Chevy’s more typical Camaro, purchased for 72 payments at $359/month, and Cayman S pricing for the Chevy coupe begins to look a tad suspect.
Thankfully, when your significant other asks you what you spent your money on, you needn’t answer simply “Camaro”. Better to note the 7.0 liter LS7 engine, close-ratio 6-speed manual trans, Torsen limited slip and 19-inch forged aluminum rims. Those rims save a reported 49.6 pounds, while carbon brake rotors – supplied by Brembo – save an additional 28 pounds. Coincidentally, that 28 pounds is about the same as your brain should have weighed before spending $75K for a Camaro.
Obviously, the announcement has generated its fair share of debate. From his grave, long-time hot rodder Carroll Shelby uttered an ‘attaboy’, while one-time GM chair Alfred Sloan wondered how-the-h*ll a Chevy obtained a Cadillac window sticker, while wishing he had thought of this marketing ploy hisownself. And yes, Mr. Sloan said hisownself.
Finally, in news totally unrelated to Chevy’s pricing announcement, Michelle Obama has left the president, joining Taylor Swift in her Kennedy-esque digs on Cape Cod.