68 Camaro

There’s a sound only a ’68 Camaro makes when it hits third gear, half thunder, half freedom. This song lives in that moment. It’s the smell of gasoline and rain on hot pavement, the hum of a backroad night, and the ache of leaving youth in the rearview mirror. “68 Camaro” is a drive through memory and motion, a heartbeat on asphalt, where every mile still feels like forever.