The story of my 300G starts about two
years before I bought it. My family decided that a California
vacation would be nice and as we enjoy touring, I called a friend who
lives in “The land of everlasting sun” and asked him to
find a car for us to use while there. I suggested a pony car to him,
but I was told that they were all petty whipped out there. So he
asked “What else?” I said “How about a nice big
Chrysler 300 Letter car?” He told me that there was one that
came into his gas station quite often for service and he would check
it out. The car turned out to be a C300 and the owner wouldn’t
sell, but he had a friend who had a J for sale. This sounded like a
good place to start, so arrangements were made for us to see the J
when we got there. I looked, I drove and I bought. Mr. Andrews, the
seller of the J, then showed me the replacement for the J, my G. He
had it under covers in his garage and was going to use it for a tow
car for his Model T. What a car! It had always been garaged and was
not sunburned as many cars out there get. Original paint with only a
ding or two and original interior with only minor wear cracks in the
driver’s seat. And 52,000 original miles on it.
Moving forward about two years, I
called Mr. Andrews to inquire if he still had the original intake
manifolds for the J which he removed when they burned through. He had
substituted a set of G type long rams. Unfortunately, they had been
sold in those two years. As we talked, the conversation turned to the
G and he had never gotten around to using it but had started it every
couple of months to keep it up. Then, he casually mentioned that he
was “sort of considering selling it”.
Mr. Andrews is probably in his late
sixties or early seventies and a car buff. He also has a couple of
restored Model Ts and a large Fiat four door sedan with full power
and leather interior. So, guess what he drives in the car shows? One
of his several Indian belt driven motorcycles! This leads up to why
he decided he “might sell the G”. While riding a bike in
the car shows was nice for him, his wife didn’t like to ride
along alone in their Imperial. He was having all of the fun! A
decision was made, they would restore an old “Brassy” so
they both could participate.
When he told me the G might be for
sale in the near future, it was the opening that I needed. I called
every month for about five months until he said yes, he would sell.
It took me about two weeks to get ready and fly to California. Then I
just jumped into the G, had it filled with gas and drove home to
Michigan without any problems.
Mr. Andrews was the second owner of my
G and how he got the car was also interesting. He came across it in
the original owner’s possession while dealing in some auto
parts. The original owner did not want to sell at that time, but said
that if he ever would, Mr. A. would get a letter one day from the G’s
owner saying he was going to sell the car to keep it in California.
The original owner was moving to Nevada and he felt that he could not
build a tight enough garage to keep the dust off the G, so he wasn’t
going to take the G with him. So, Mr. A. became the second owner.
Needless to say, I have enjoyed my G
ever since I got it and so have others. To illustrate, here are some
examples. First, on the way home, I stopped at Harrah’s Museum
in Los Vegas and while in the parking lot, a couple of the employees
came over to check the car out and claimed that it was one of the
best originals that they had seen. Next, in Nebraska, I was stopped
for speeding (Who me?). The police officer went over the car with a
fine-tooth comb (contraband Med Flies?) while he kept commenting,
after checking the engine compartment out, “bet she really
goes”! It took him about twenty minutes for him to check out
the car, outside, inside, underneath and I didn’t get a ticket!
Since getting the G home, I have had several experiences, such as the
young man waiting along side the car outside the store with questions
such as, “What was it, who made it, and if it was made in the
U.S.?” These kids are a lost generation. Another occurred when
I went to get the G gassed up, returning the same route and stopping
at a red light. I heard a little boy of about four whisper _ _ “Look
Mom, there’s that airplane car again.” The incident that
really sticks in my mind happened one afternoon as I was traveling
through the center of town. A little boy and his grandmother pulled
alongside me at a stop light. I glanced over and she was really
checking out the G and she was smiling just a little. Thinking
nothing of it, when the light changed, I drove away but then I felt
like I was being followed. Looking back, I saw the lady’s car
behind me, so I moved over to let her pass. She dropped in behind me.
Coming to the next light, I jogged over and she came alongside, just
looking over with that little smile on her face. Getting a little
embarrassed now, “I asked do you like the car?” She
slowly looked it over again, in a far-away voice answered, “It is
beautiful.” I really would have liked to know what memories
the G brought to that lady, that day.
While at a party in Detroit one night,
a call came over the PA system asking if the owner of a Chrysler 300G
was there. Thinking that perhaps my G was the only one there, I went
to check on the call, thinking of bent fenders and wiped out paint.
When I got there, it turned out that some people (Ford Engineers)
from another party had seen the car in the parking lot and just had
to have the grand tour. They couldn’t believe the dash or
engine and had to see it light up the dash and fire up the engine.
Now for the car itself. It has about
55,000 miles, very nice original paint with some chips and one small
ding in the door, excellent interior with some small age cracks in
the driver seat bottom and almost everything else in top condition.
The only things that are not original on the car as far as I can see
are the four tires, some hoses and clamps, the battery, trunk mat and
one vent window. Oh yes, and it is missing the grille medallion which
fell out on the way to a car show at the Chelsea Proving Grounds. Air
conditioning was added by the original owner, it is O.E.M. and it
I have to say
this, driving the G is a real ego trip (due to the fantastic styling)
and probably for this reason alone, I will never sell my G!