Much like last year, I used Father’s Day as an excuse to take my two youngest daughters to the Massillon “Cruise-on-in and Dance Party” car show. One of these years it will work out that I’ll be able to drag the whole family along, and I might actually have the Tempest out of the garage in time to drive it there. I was pleasantly surprised to see many cars that I didn’t recognize from last year. Here are some of the highlights:
I’m finding myself more and more attracted to these Bandit-era Firebirds, just as they are going up in price.
There was a time when it was moderately popular to soup up Pintos and Vegas. That time has passed.
This sweet straight-axle gasser-style Tempest looked awesome, complete with velocity stacks:
And a fairly original interior:
I’m not sure what this is (my knowledge of neo-classics is decidedly lacking), but it sure is ugly.
I’ve done an As Seen on Craigslist post on a King Midget before, but here was one in the flesh.
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This early-50’s Pontiac looked to be the best buy of the show. It was clean and solid, and was only $5,500 OBO.
’69 Camaros are like bellybuttons at car shows, but this one had a fantastic paint job and rally stripes that were more metalflake than paint.
I’m not sure why there was an Ozzy Osbourne-themed Buick hearse there, but I felt obligated to take a picture.
AMXs have always looked good to me, and this gold-on-gold (with matching wheels!) example was pretty sharp.
I never realized how ugly the dashboard was, though.
Despite their many flaws, it’s hard not to like the Pantera. I could do without the wheels on this one, but the paint was absolutely beautiful and flawless.
In contrast with the AMX, this is an interior I wouldn’t mind spending some time in.
A terrible shot of the Pantera’s mid-mounted Ford V8.
An old Fiat 500 and it’s gigantic (in comparison) progeny.
My love for Corvairs is well documented, but this one was a bit overpriced at $9,500, despite the nice black-on-red color scheme. I’d pay that much for a Corsa or a convertible, but not for a hardtop with an automatic.
It’s hard not to appreciate a Charger that escaped the insatiable maw of the Dukes of Hazzard, especially one with steel wheels and dog-dishes, a 440, and a four-speed.
Lastly, I’m not much for British cars, but I could see myself in a little MG. Just as long as I had a mechanic on staff to fix it after every drive.