By now you’re aware that SCM has more cars than it does garage slots, and that we have to trim the fleet.
Sadly, each car was specifically chosen as an excellent example of the model, and we hate to see them go.
Our 1982 633 CSi is for sale. It has just 94,000 carefully maintained miles, and I just spent $1,500 having a major service done at Boyd Motor Werks, a well-known BMW specialist shop in Portland.
We’re working on 15- and 30-second spots for SCM and American Car Collector.
I’ve found that I am so close to the subject matter (collector cars, their pricing and ways to enjoy them) that I’m not always the best guy to tell someone else why they should subscribe.
That’s where you can help out.
Can you jot down what we should tell someone about SCM (or ACC) and why they should subscribe?
We’ll send a digital copy of our exclusive Read More
There is no shortage of opinions when it comes to the cars we love and hate. After sifting through more than 150 responses to last week’s blog post, the following one, from a commenter I’ll just call GSR, stood out as the most direct, and opinionated. Do you agree with Mr. GSR?
I do, some. And I don’t, a lot. But that’s what keeps our hobby interesting. I have edited his comments for clarity.
Well, the Lotus and Boxster would be the first sacrificial lambs. They are butt-ugly and a dime a dozen. In fact they are entry-level punk cars capitalizing on legendary names.
Our Executive Editor, Chester Allen, is a dedicated surfer. He tells me there is a moment when a paddling surfrider catches the pulse of energy traveling through the water, pops up on the board and starts the ride — accelerating effortlessly as he becomes part of a wave.
This year, every auction house in Monterey had its own waves. Some bigger than others, some faster than others, and some breaking sooner or later than others. And on the face of every wave were bidders, in fierce competition, racing each other to be the last man standing when the wave crashed to shore — and stepping onto the beach as the new owner of the car of their dreams.
Winter has arrived in the Pacific Northwest, which means all of our cars want to come inside to roost.
This creates a problem, as SCM has thirteen cars and nine spaces to park them in.
Even I can do that math — four cars have got to go. (American Car Collector only has two cars, so for the moment, their 1964 Chevy Nova Wagon and 700-hp 1963 Dodge 440 drag car remain off-limits.)
Of course, I have my emotional favorites, but I’m more interested in hearing what you have to say.
I’m really asking two questions here: First, which four cars would you sell? And second, which one would you sell first? And why?
Here’s the lineup, alphabetical by marque:
1958 Alfa Romeo Giulietta Sprint Veloce
I recently got an email from a reader congratulating me on my status as “The World’s Fattest Man.” Now, I would be the first to admit that getting into the tux I wore to my senior prom might be a bit of a struggle, but “World’s Fattest Man?”
So I did a Google image search for “Keith Martin” and was confronted by pages and pages and pages of a very large person – also named Keith Martin! Half-naked, at that.
A year ago, SCM was named “The Best Classic Car Magazine in the World” by About.com. Just last weekend, we were honored again, this time by the prestigious Society of Automotive Historians. Each year at their annual meeting, they give the Richard and Grace Bingham Award, for “the outstanding treatment of historical topics in an automotive periodical in 2011.” We are deeply honored by this award.
The SAH, founded in 1969, is an international organization with more than 900 members. It encourages research into any aspect of automotive history, to safeguard, broaden and deepen the understanding of motorized, wheeled land transportation through the modern age and into the future.
SCM contributor John Lyons was there to receive the award, and these are the remarks he gave on behalf of publisher Keith Martin.
In a recent blog post, I asked for help with the headaches I was getting when driving certain old cars.
I noted that I had purchased a CO meter, and that the interiors were all reading well within acceptable limits.
Your responses were immediate, numerous and helpful. Let me provide an update.
It’s been unseasonably warm in Oregon, so this past weekend we took the opportunity for a quick run to the Warm Springs Indian Reservation and the Lodge at Ka Nee Tah.
Set in the Central Oregon desert, near the Deschutes River, the lodge has a hot spring-fed pool, along with waterslides, hiking trails, miniature golf and enough other activities to keep a five-year-old going all day. We even managed to secure a reservation for one of the last raft trips of the season down the Deschutes River and through the world-famous Whitehorse rapids.
Fifty years ago, Bob Russell was driving home from work when a flashy red sports car caught his eye.
“I had been thinking that we needed a second car, and my wife needed to learn to drive a stick,” Russell, 84, said. “So I just bought it.”
He brought the 1962 Triumph TR3B home and presented it to his wife, Wanda. It has been in their family ever since. He recalled fitting a single seatbelt in the rear to strap Read More