'There aren't many things better than cruising your ride down Main Street. The rumble of a finely tuned engine, the smell of mildew-infested upholstery-oh, wait, that's not supposed to be part of it.

In the two previous issues we made huge progress on the otherwise ratty interior of our 1967 Camaro. Every step of the way has brought a few challenges, but most of those hiccups were caused by our ...