At the risk of turning this blog into all Mopar A-bodies, all the time, I present yet another Chrysler frugality machine, this time in just the right shade of gold. It’s a two-door, but still a sensible post car (wouldn’t want the luxury of a pillar-less hardtop on this economy-mobile), and looks straight as a pin. The up-rated rally wheels are a nice touch, although I would of course prefer steelies with dog dishes. The icing on this stodgy slice of cake is the presence of the leaning tower of power under the hood. While a V8 might be a lot more powerful (and possibly downright scary given the light weight and probable drum brakes here), this car just screams out for slant 6 reliability. Assuming no rust, this is a good bit of car for the money, and that engine will still be running long after you squander the next three summers gathering parts for a fire-breathing big block to shoehorn between the fenders.
Monthly Archives: January 2014
Far be it from me to try to understand the vagaries of the vintage limousine market, but fifteen large seems like a lot of money for an old British luxury car that isn’t a Rolls or Bentley. But hey, maybe you can make that back renting it out for weddings and the like – although I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a bride after her white dress is covered in blue mouse fur after exiting that seat. It’s definitely the only one I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t make it any more exciting. I think there are a lot more interesting (and certainly more fun to drive) options out there for that money. Like three Fieros, or maybe a whole fleet of mopeds.
I’m not posting this car because it’s interesting, or because I think it’s necessarily a good deal, or because I want it myself, but mostly because I was saddened to see it on Craigslist. You see, this car lives not far from me, and I’ve seen it parked in the same spot in the driveway for a number of years, occasionally being wrenched on by a young guy and his dad (I assume). So I can’t help but develop some kind of sad, “Cat’s in the Cradle”-type storyline in my head, about how the son moved out and no longer has time to work on the car, or they had some kind of falling out over the car and now it has to go, or they just decided it was too far gone and lost the desire to finish it. Of course, it could just be that they looked at the rusty, half-finished project car in their driveway and decided to cut bait and look for something else to enjoy together. Let’s hope it’s the latter.