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.
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.
I’m on my way home from Columbus, Ohio, where the 43rd annual BMW CCA Oktoberfest has just concluded. The week-long annual event is like Disneyland for BMW owners, and it’s the kind of event that car clubs all over the world aspire to put on.
I’m just back from the 18th annual Oregon Festival of Cars, in Bend, OR, and this year’s event was as much about the journey as the car show itself.
For the past year, our 1967 Alfa has defined reliability. Built by engineer Dave Rugh as a daily driver for his wife Colleen, who used it for twenty years that way, it simply goes and goes.
In fact, weekend before last, Alex drove it to Tacoma and back (over 300 miles) without a hiccup.
But all that changed on Saturday.
Old cars can be a pain in a lot of ways, but some of mine give me a headache. A real headache. And I’m wondering if I’m the only one who suffers from this, or if someone else has figured out how to solve it.
I know, the first thing that comes to mind is carbon monoxide, how old cars run rich, and the bad sealing around trunks and windows, and all the holes, large and small, that have developed in the body structure over the years.
But with some of my cars it is more than that – and, I’m the ONLY one driving them who gets the pounding in the temples, slight heartburn, etc. – everyone else drives them and doesn’t notice a thing.