Three years after the sinkhole beneath the Skydome opened and swallowed eight cars at the National Corvette Museum, work to restore the last of the restorable cars has begun at the museum, where visitors can view that work in progress. Continue reading
If driving a collector car is all about fantasy and nostalgia, then here’s a unique sort of custom Corvette that knocks that into the next galaxy.
“Go Speed Racer Go!” everyone would shout when they spot you in the Pick of the Day, an actual Speed Racer Mach 5 like the one featured in the Saturday morning adventure cartoon. The seller, a dealer in Katy, Texas, assures us that this is just a replica and not the real thing, although it sure looks like it just drove out of the Anime world. Continue reading
Hi there. My name is Old Blue. I was bought brand new at Tommy Thompson Chevrolet in Ulysses, Kansas, in 1947 by Arthur Newby. I am 69 years old and am only on my second family.
I have been passed around and through those two families.
My original owner, Arthur, wasn’t very good about changing my oil. He would buy one quart of oil, drain a quart out of me and add the new quart. Nowadays, I get my oil changed on a regular basis, every spring Chase pulls me into the shop and changes my oil and checks me over. Chase and Gary take wonderful care of me.
I have a 6-cylinder, 216-cubic-inch engine, three-speed transmission and absolutely no rust anywhere on me.
I was originally maroon, but that faded pretty quickly, Arthur had me painted green. After Arthur passed, I was passed on to Willie Patton, Arthur’s nephew by marriage. Willie didn’t like me green, so I was painted blue. That was 40 years ago.
I am still original, except for just a few little things like my water pump and fuel pump.
Willie traded me in for a newer Chevrolet in 1987. I was traded into Riley Ford. Sherie, the owner, thought I would be a great gift for her husband, Gary. After I was traded in, Alvin Lance came to talk to Gary, he was afraid that Gary was going to turn me into a hot rod. Gary promised Alvin that he would not do anything like that, he said that I would stay exactly as I was.
But he did say that if he ever did anything to me, he would restore me back 100 percent original. Alvin and Gary became great friends, when Alvin and his wife were chosen “pioneers of the year,” Gary drove them in the parade. Alvin and his wife wanted Gary to haul them in my bed but it was too hot that day so Alvin’s grandson drove me while Gary hauled Alvin and his wife in a newer air conditioned car.
While I was still being taken care of by Gary, a kind employee decided to clean my engine bay up, in the process of that he spilt brake cleaner on my right front fender. That is why it looks like my paint job isn’t very good on my fender.
Gary has taken care of me until his grandson, Chase, got his driver’s license. That was 2013. Then, later in 2013, I was passed along to Chase.
You may have noticed that my driver side windshield wiper is broken off. When Chase was about 3 or 4 years old, he was playing in me one night. I guess it was raining in the garage, because Chase was leaning out the window and ran the wiper with his hands. Needless to say, he got a little violent with me and broke my wiper off.
Unfortunately, Arthur passed away in May of 1982 at the age of 67. Everybody else who has owned my is still alive and well. Harold Lance, Willie and Marcella Patton are now well into their eighties but still come out to see me when their grandkids, who are now fully grown, come back to town.
That is my life story, thank you for taking the time to read it.
— Chase Trahern, Ulysses, Kansas
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(Editor’s note: With Arizona Car Week underway, Pick of the Day goes on hiatus after today, but it will be back Tuesday, January 17.)
Talk about a case of deja vu! So here I am, clicking through the classified ads on ClassicCars.com, searching out my Pick of the Day, only to discover a car that looks just like the one my parents bought new back when I was a youngster. Continue reading
From Rose to Champagne, various gold tones have become a popular choice for our phones, our jewelry, and our cars’ paint. Gold’s popularity as an automotive paint color has fluctuated over the years, though the recent rise is due, in part, to being a “natural” color and relatively neutral. Continue reading
The Drive Home II, the second-annual promotional winter road trip cooked up by LeMay-America’s Car Museum and The North American International Auto Show, rolled into Detroit’s Cobo Hall Saturday evening after a 2,100-mile journey fraught with challenges.
Three classic cars – a 1957 Chevy Nomad, a 1961 Chrysler 300G and a 1966 Ford Mustang – began the trip from Boston on December 28. Trailered behind the support vehicle was a fourth car, a 1917 Crane-Simplex Model 5, formerly the property of J.D. Rockefeller. Continue reading
A special car for sale deserves a special description, right? The Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, dealer advertising this 1961 Chevrolet Impala “bubbletop” hardtop was downright poetic in how he describes the car and its place in history.
“At the beginning of the 1960s, most Americans thought it was the beginning of something great, the start of the Golden Age is what it was referred to as,” the seller wrote for the ClassicCars.com ad. “What better way to kick off the Golden Age than by introducing the very special 1961 Chevrolet Impala bubbletop SS 2-DR? Continue reading
The collector car market is a lot like the real estate market: it’s always seeking growth in that next new, hot neighborhood. And just like real estate, new areas appreciate while others plateau or depreciate.
With collector cars, there are a number of intangibles that go into predicting The Next Big Thing. It’s a complicated algorithm that considers rarity of remaining examples, affordability relative to comparable models, design, performance, desirability and everyday usability. Continue reading
With the start of the new year, our conversations are plagued with those happy and optimistic “new year, new me” conversations full of high energy and enthusiastic resolutions. Among the popular resolutions made by car fanatics are declarations to purchase “new” classic cars, the desire to sell cars from overgrown collections, to start or finish that restoration project, and create travel plans to attend an event or drive across the country.
This story is about myself and my father.
In spring of 1968 I ordered a LeMans-blue SS Chevrolet Camaro, four speed, 350, black vinyl top with console, rear antenna and 373 posi rear. Continue reading