Here’s the thing–I spend a lot of time working in Atlantic City, which is a bad city for car spotting, because most folks who have the really nice stuff don’t park it on the street. Luckily, this was in my parking lot at the casino I’ve been working in since January–and all I can say is, my patience paid off. I’ve never seen a ’70 Bonneville of any kind–and that this is one with a 455 big block is a special treat. Enjoy the photos of this big, bad, badass Poncho. Continue reading 1970 Pontiac Bonneville Convertible spotted in Atlantic City, NJ
Every year I go to Greenwich, and every year, they get a strong crop of muscle cars to show off. I’ve been fortunate enough to see a good amount of Hemi cars in my lifetime, but I hadn’t ever seen a 1968 Dodge Coronet in the flesh at all, let alone a 1968 R/T Hemi. Not many of these cars were built, as the Charger R/T’s redesign sort of overshadowed it. This black over red, 1 of 1 example stood strongly among the stars, and sounded absolutely divine on startup. Enjoy the photos. Continue reading 1968 Dodge Coronet R/T Hemi at the 2018 Greenwich Concours
For this 4th of July post, I thought it fitting to share what is probably the most valuable and coveted American car on the planet, the Shelby Daytona Coupe at the Simeone Museum. It is one of just six Daytona Coupes made, and it may be the only one left in original condition. Simeone has written an expansive piece on the history of this car, which you can read here.
We hadn’t been to the museum in a while, so we decided to stop by after the rain hit the CF Charities event a few weeks ago. It’s always more than worth it to see all of the insane machines they have in one place. I highly recommend it!
Sometimes, people forget that Detroit did have a few performance oriented cars on the market after the muscle car era came to a close and before the Malaise era went full 8-ball and full Disco Inferno. This burnt orange Colonnade Century hardtop coupe was quite a looker, and had a window sticker that displayed a truly chock-full list of options, including a 455 big block V8, four-speed manual, power everything, a tilt and telescoping wheel, and raised white letter tires. This is a prime example of what Americans could still get their hands on if they read the options list carefully–instead of ending up with a dowdy little Vega or underpowered Malibu (like my dad had in the Eighties). Enjoy the photos. Continue reading 1973 Buick Century Grand Sport Stage 1 at the 2018 Greenwich Concours
Lead Sled: This ’53 Caddy is the definition. It shone like a shimmering blue jewel on the show field, especially as the scene became more overcast in the afternoon. If you’re gonna have an old Cadillac Eldorado, I can’t think of a much better color… maybe Pink.
I wish Cadillac would make real Cadillacs like this again. Enjoy the gallery of this incredible cruiser.
This rare Shelby Series 1, which was owned by Carroll Shelby himself, sold for $313,000 at Bonhams auction last weekend in Greenwich.
The Series 1 was an impressive car, Shelby’s own successor to the Cobra in many ways (even after the Dodge Viper existed) This particular car was the test car for the optional supercharger, which brought the engine up to 600hp and dropped 0-60 from 4.4 sec down to 3.2 sec. That was more than extremely fast back in the 90’s, however, only 249 Series 1s were produced because they were quite expensive for their day at around $180,000.
One thing I hate, but also kind of love, about this car is the “shittiness” of its interior. It just reeks of the worst of mid-90s Ford build quality. I mean the thought of spending over $300k on a car and then being handed one of those awful plastic keys is both sad and hilarious. This car deserved a lot better, but it’s got what you want where it really counts. Truth be told, the Shelby Series 1 is very much “of its era” and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Enjoy the gallery, and read more on the car here.
At one time, almost every single taxicab in New York City was the same shape. Unlike today, when you hail a checker cab and it could be a Toyota, Ford, or a Nissan, all “checker cabs” were indeed made by a company called Checker. The very last one of these finally went out of commission in 2001, twenty years after the last one rolled out of the factory. These were a hodgepodge design–they used GM engines and steering columns, but the front end interchanged with a 1956 Ford. The bodywork, however, was in-house. Not a lot of them are on the road today, but those that are always draw a good amount of attention for their tough-as-nails engineering, cavernous interiors, and retro styling (for the Seventies, anyway).
Continue reading 1977 Checker Marathon at Cops and Rodders 2018
Bitchin’: A slang term used to describe something with a cool yet unconventional swagger.
This slammed Tucker may not actually be an original, but it’s a damn good replica and it looks absolutely amazing slammed. Preston should’ve made all Tuckers look this good. Some may call it elegant, some may call it rebellious, but I just call it “Bitchin’.”
Only at the Bergen County Cars and Coffee premiere event will you see a Pagani Huayra BC, a black Mercedes G-Class convertible (which were not technically legal in the USA), and this stunning Petty Blue Superbird in the same location. I mean, you will see this at a Concours, but not for free. And that’s the beauty of Cars and Coffee–expect the unexpected at all times. Even if you’ve been tipped off as to what’s going to be there. Continue reading A Blue Superbird at a Cars and Coffee (and friends)? Only at Bergen.
By 1977, the Dodge Charger was no longer the lithe, sexy muscle car of its youth. Continue reading 1977 Dodge Charger SE at the 2018 Cops And Rodders at DeVry
The ZR-1 looks like an absolute savage!
Well, like all things, this story has to end. It was September 2017, and the Lincoln was running and driving with a new battery, water pump, and fuel pump. The power steering system was still leaking like a sieve and it smelled funny like always, but I did not care. The day I picked it up, I took over running a poker game at a local bar and everyone was genuinely shocked to see me pull up in the thing, especially after I’d killed it on the highway a week prior. With a whole day of driving in hot September temperatures under its belt, I was confident the Lincoln could make it on the trip it didn’t make the year prior–Radnor. Continue reading The Lincoln Mark VII Chronicles, Part VI: All Good Things Come to an End.