The amount of Craigslist trolling that I do on a given day has diminished somewhat, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still looking at things I can’t afford and don’t have room for anyway. Case in point is this 1949 Oldsmobile. I’m generally not that into cars of this era, but this one drew me in. Maybe it’s the cool blue-gray color with contrasting red wheels, maybe it’s the hangdog expression conjured by those turn signal extensions below the headlights, or maybe it’s because I recently watched L.A. Confidential and want to drive this around while wearing a baggy suit and a fedora. Either way, it’s a looker, with those great pontoon fenders, fastback profile, and minimal chrome (for the era). It should also move nicely with the 303 V8 – I agree with the seller that it’s the first muscle car, not to mention the inspiration for arguably the first rock and roll song. I’d lose the sun visor, but other than that I’d have no problem cruising this one.
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So it’s only been… wait, has it really been FOUR YEARS since I wrote anything here? Well, no time like the present to try to revive my personal blog, beloved by tens of readers around the world!
As has become tradition in the Magicboltbox household, we attended the annual Cruise-On-In and Dance Party, held this past weekend in scenic downtown Massillon, Ohio. Here are a few of my favorite things from the show (not pictured – the giant lemonade that was 45% sugar):
I was naturally drawn to this 1984 Pontiac Fiero, in part because I’m a Pontiac fiend and in part because I like deeply flawed, weird little cars. Anyway, this was an Indy Pace Car replica, complete with a weird scoop/safety light thing on the hood – can’t say I’ve ever seen on of those before:
This 1969 Mustang Mach 1 had awesome dark metallic green paint and a very clean interior, complete with a four-speed:
This 1964 Chevelle Malibu convertible was absolutely mint with mile-deep black paint and a perfect black interior.
Speaking of convertibles, an unexpected rainstorm sent some owners scrambling to put up their tops (or re-position their shade tents over their cars). After it stopped, I caught this gold 1969 GT500:
My favorite thing at the show was the custom console in this dark blue 1967 GTO. The owner did a fantastic job of matching the woodgrain and the shape of the factory console. I didn’t think to ask him how he had divided the back seat into two buckets. I can’t imagine the skill and workmanship that went into this. That waterfall portion with the metal plate at the top was equally impressive.
My dad had a nearly-identical 1986 Pontiac Grand Prix when I was a kid, which is the root cause of my GM G-body addiction. His had the cooler two-tone paint with gradient stripes, though.
Proof that Minilites look cool on anything, even a C3 Corvette.
This Bonneville had nice pinstripe work on it’s turquoise paint, as well as an… interesting interior treatment. I’d drive it, though.
The owner of this 1952 Buick was hard at work drying off the raindrops. I can’t blame him, the car was gorgeous. The buttery leather interior was just icing on the cake.
You can just feel the postwar optimism radiating from that “Buick Eight” script, can’t you?
The first car I stopped to look at was also the last. Something about this brown IH Scout was just perfect, from the shiny but not too-shiny paint and the white top, to the dog-dish hubcaps.
Rain aside, it was another great time at the show. Hopefully it won’t be four more years before I post again!
I’m not shy in my admiration for first-gen Mustangs, and I have to admit that one is pretty high on my perpetual list of next old cars. There are almost always a handful of these for sale in my area at any given time, but this one jumped out at me because of the color and the proud grandma in the photos. Seriously, who wouldn’t want to have a car painted “twilight turquoise?” I’d probably lose the Cragars and put some blackwall tires on it, but I think that’s all it really needs. If it’s nice enough for grandma to drive, it must be nice enough for you.
After last week’s high-priced Bonneville, this similarly expensive Torino seems like a bargain. Well, maybe not, but you could practically eat off the engine compartment, and look at that angry face! I honestly could not remember ever seeing one of these cars before. I knew it was a Torino, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen that specific grille before, and it’s awesome, in an “I’m going to thump you, punk” kind of way. It’s sitting up way too high, and it “only” has a 302, but that purported $12k paint job sure looks nice.
It’s officially convertible season, and it’s been a while since I’ve seen one this nice for sale. It’s pretty much the perfect spec: tri-power, 8-lug wheels, loaded, all on top of a pretty blue color with a white interior. That’s a lot of car, and if you were looking for a full-size Pontiac convertible, I don’t know if you could find a better one. Of course, it’s a LOT of money, to the point that I wouldn’t feel comfortable driving it daily or running errands with it (as I tend to do). Still, it’s hard to not see yourself behind that gently curved windshield, winding your way down some country road (and hanging on for dear life around every corner). There’s lots of ways to spend ~$30k, and this certainly isn’t the best or most responsible, but this is still a pretty good one.
Far be it from me to question the integrity of anyone selling a car on Craigslist, but this car is not really a two-door. Well, it is in the sense that it has two functioning doors, but not in the sense that it left the factory that way. In case you were thinking that the space between the trailing edge of the door and the rear wheel well looked a little off, you’re right – two-door Bel Airs of this vintage have longer doors than this one does. That’s not to say that this car isn’t in good shape otherwise, but I’d be leery of any other amateur bodywork or weirdness. I guess I can’t blame anybody here – it’s not like it would be easy to sell a brown, four-door, six-cylinder Bel Air, and you’ll certainly have the only one like it if you buy this one.
In college, I once borrowed a buddy’s car to drive 25 miles away to look at a clapped-out Centurion convertible, so this car brought back a few good memories – mostly because I wisely decided NOT to buy that car. At the time, I negated that wise decision when I ended up buying an equally clapped-out convertible that was 15 years newer. In spite of (or perhaps because of) that experience, I still get the urge for a convertible around this time of year. This particular Centurion is WAY nicer than the one I looked at those years ago, and is probably not much more expensive. It might not have the same panache as a Cadillac or Lincoln, but it’s probably 1/3 the price of a similar Caddy.