BARRACUDA
THE OWNER EXPERIENCE
There is a time in your working life, when, if you are lucky enough, the lifelong ambition to own some sort of classic car is realised. Once you can and do take the plunge, you follow a series of steps and it’s done. You will be at that place you had imagined, day tripping in your new cruiser, windows down, in convoy with like minded individuals, listening to the throaty burble from your bent eight exiting gasses through a stainless steel twin system.
In my case, the process started about the time the Australian dollar was more or less on par with the American – so nearly a decade ago. A lot of people were bringing cars in from the USA at the time. Prices were down over there as the USA economy wasn’t travelling so well.
Back then, online video wasn’t as prevalent as it is today, so much of my search relied on photos. I did not set out to buy a Mopar, but saw this car and kept coming back to it. It’s a 1972 Barracuda with the 340 small block V8, auto, and disc front brakes. A really good package. I got the dealer to take a lot of extra photos and hoped to f ly over the see it, but work got in the way.
There isn’t a whole lot of good Mopar stuff around – certainly not as much as Ford or GM. Real concours cars are astronomical prices, possibly due in part to the higher cost of parts, so you have to make a value decision. In this case, it looked like a good driver, which is what I wanted.
When the car arrived, it was about 85 per cent of what the dealer told me. The overall condition was very good, but it was running like a hair y goat. A trip to a carburettor specialist soon sorted that. I did a few more things to it, including sorting out the sloppy steering. A company called Firm Feel in the United States sells steering kits for them, for about what it would cost to recondition a steering box here, and that worked well.
Like a lot of new owners, I went hell for leather doing all sorts of tweaks to the car to get it performing just right. It didn’t need anything major.
We got out for a lot of events and shows and really enjoyed the car. I like the E-body shape and I think it has aged well. The low turret and hidden wipers help to make it look current and people pull you up the whole time to talk about the car.
Eventually, things changed. A health scare in the family changed our priorities and the car spent a lot of time sitting. The beautiful beast that lives in the garage starts gathering dust and dripping oil and the garage smells of petrol fumes in the warmer weather.
The occasional f luid checking, tyre inf lating, batter y charging blast is still on but these trips become shorter and shorter. Soon you are just cranking it over every third weekend to keep the battery from going f lat.
Before you know it, the former object of your late-life love is now transforming into something of a burden. And,
“THE LOW TURRET AND HIDDEN WIPERS HELP MAKE IT LOOK CURRENT”
instead of taking away your stresses it starts to add to them. It’s time to move on.
Years ago I had some interesting cars and when it came time to part, in those days you advertised them in the classifieds, endured the tyre kickers, the know-alls, the know-nothings, the no-shows and – worst of all – the dopes who call you up at odd hours wasting your time asking you stupid questions and maybe telling you stupider things. Life is just too short to deal with that.
Maybe it could be sold through my club. I was prepared to let one of these guys take my car for a lot less than I eventually got, but it was like they could not live with getting a great car at a great price because, somehow if I was happy with the number, they must be paying too much. Sadly for some car people, the story of how they stole it off some guy is more important than getting a great car.
I was insured with Shannons and decided to give their auctions a tr y. I called and got Tiny. He offered his advice and, as I had submitted my car fairly soon after the previous auction, we had plenty of time.
In coming weeks they built the web site, showcased the cars, including mine. I could go in and see how many people were looking at it, and it was more than I could have ever got trying to advertise and sell the car myself.
As the weeks rolled by, Shannons fielded enquiries on my car, did some virtual tours and, as restrictions allowed, some private showings. They dealt with all the enquiries – the know-alls, the tyre kickers, the dreamers, would-be test pilots, and the genuine prospects. They handled all the stressors and knew how to facilitate the genuine prospects.
Auction night, and I had several buyers competing for my car. It fetched considerably more than my original estimate and I am extremely happy with the result. Also, I think someone is going to give my car the love and attention that I could not and I hope it brings him and his family a lot of pleasure. (Ed’snote:Steve’scarfetchedatouchover$53,000.)
“THEY DEALT WITH ALL THE ENQUIRIES, THE KNOW-ALLS, THE TYRE-KICKERS, THE DREAMERS”