When
did this love affair really began I thought!
Am I
guilty of cheating !!
Guaranteed
it wasn’t my first
vehicle, but this is where it first started. Actually my Dad was a
Buick lover and for my first stab at a good used car was non- other
than a 1950’s something
Buick because Dad knew the manager at the Bay Ridge dealership in
Brooklyn. So that early spring Saturday afternoon I sat down with my
Dad and he said let’s
see if we can’t get you a
deal on a used car today So off we went to visit the Buick
dealership. As we pulled into the parking lot this slightly built
gentleman stood by the front door with an ear to ear smile on his
face and greeted my Dad and introduced himself to me; “Hi
I’m Dominic your Dad’s
personal Buick salesmen, nice to meet you Robert. Let me shake your
hand and see what we can do for your son today.”
He smiled at my Dad as we all walked over to the Buick used car lot.
A half hour later and $700.00 spent and we were on our way back home
with my Dad leading the way in his shiny Robinegg blue cart. And I
was following in that recently acquired used 2-door Buick Special and
nervously me tagging behind.
One big
giant step some years later, my friends and I decided to take a walk
along one of the main avenues in our neighborhood in BayRidge. That
summer evening was bathed in salt air coming off Coney Island
beaches. There we were checking out the girls, stopping for a Good
Humor ice pop along the way
that Saturday night in July back in the
sixty’s. To make this
weekend venture complete as always was to mozy over to one of the car
dealerships and gaze at the many dazzling new chrome killers lined up
in a row behind those giant picture glass windows. Those sleek cars
in the show room windows wow! These women catchers that we couldn’t
naturally afford. Tonight it was the Chrysler Showroom’s
front window. There was this black brute. resting on a rotating
pedestal, with ceiling spot lights bouncing off her stream like
design with those high finned body ready to capture the road. WOW! I
know it was love at first sight but I also knew she was unattainable
then.
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You have
to place yourself back in 1960 you could buy a new car for about
$1,900.00 This piece of dynamic steel had a sticker MSLP of
$5,700.00. That could have been your down payment on a house back
then, but looking and hoping it doesn’t
cost you a red dime. Maybe just maybe someday you’ll
be mine, I thought?????
I guess
you got to crawl before you take that giant step…
In
today’s world we all own
family cars, but the fun is top draw when you’re
sitting first seat and piloting that one car that grips you with
those memories of that bygone era of chrome, powerful designs.
Married with horse power in the renaissance of the automobile history
that’s my 300G…
Over the
years I began to collect auto magazines that would feature the 61
300G. Each with a history, combined with colorful powerful stories
such as NASCAR or having it become the official chase car for the New
Jersey State Police and that was the fuel to ignite the embers and
fired me up to really get the show on the road.
To add
to my now growing interest was collecting magazines that specialized
in letter cars such as The Classic Car, Automobile Magazine, and one
of my all-time favorites was Photo Stat which devoted the entire
issue to these letter cars, especially the 300G.and all of its
interesting history. As my library grew that featured the 1961
Chrysler 300G, so was the crowded shelf where they all lived. To add
to that group was Hemming Motor News issues. As a subscriber I was
able to purchase original Chrysler Auto dealership catalogs used to
promote one of last of the fin cars the 300G.
A good
friend and neighbor of mine Peter and a member of that great vintage
car club The Rusty Restores here in New Jersey mentioned to me that
there is a club magazine devoted to the letter cars.
It was The
Chrysler International 300 Club. I became a regular subscriber, even
though I did not have a letter car at the time. As each issue arrived
I would carefully go through the For Sale of car ads. Then back in
the early 90’S my eyes
narrowed in one particular ad which had all the makings of what I
always dreamed of, “1961
Black 2-Door HT 300G”.
This car was located in Mass. I contacted the owner and after several
phone calls, he supplied me with a series of pictures. I knew he who
hesitates is lost, so I made him an offer he couldn’t
refuse. He sent me directions to where we would meet and I used Lenox
Towing flatbed to bring her on board to tow her back to New Jersey.
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At that
time my company was still actively based at Teterboro Airport in New
Jersey. I contacted Bill the owner of Lenox Towing. We used this
company should any jet happen to leave the runway. He had the smarts
to gently handle these million dollar aircraft and so I knew he would
be the guy to carefully bring my treasure safely home. As we
approached the Tappan Zee Bridge, he slowly exited 95 south and into
a parking area, got out of the cab and said, “Before
this flight ends I’ve got
to record this Black Beauty, with those fins that could reach the
moon.” He pulled out of
his canvas bag 35mm Minolta and began to photograph my 300G from
every angle. This six foot giant danced around his flatbed truck like
a crime photographer, what a sight I’ll
never forget. Smiling Bill said to me “When
its road ready, pick me up and we will go for a ride, maybe a real
long ride Hager!”
HOME AT LAST,
ROUGH
AROUND THE EDGES….. The restoration begins.
Before
finalizing the purchase that day, I really took the time to kick the
tires. Body wise the car was really in good shape even all of the
chrome was outstanding. Naturally I knew that from under the hood
forward to aft was to be something of a step by step process and the
length of time would have no boundaries.
I really
never knew what the final pages of this once in a life time adventure
were to finally spell out. Time to really flip the pages for finding
NOS parts, to searching for items that may no longer be available.
Someone once jokingly said it’s
like treasure hunting and at the end of the tunnel who says you’re
going to find what you’re
searching for. For this sixty year old charmer its going about
meeting so many new people along the way, plus communicating with
some of the members within the 300 Club that are always there to help
you.
From day
one it has been a great trip that had so many avenues to drive
through. There were new friendships cultivated searching for NOS
parts. Great advice from club members like Don Verity, to help locate
parts and pieces for hard to find parts. And always with satisfying
success when another piece of the puzzle was solved, not to mention
Bob Merritt’s advice, as
well as Andy asking to write this story about the journey I’ve
been through owning my automobile.
When the
time was right I left the smell of jet fuel at Teterboro Airport and
started my own business, American Restorations Unlimited, which
evolved into a manufactures rep for classic vehicles. This boosted my
capability to achieve my restoration of my 300G’s
rebirth. For those like myself who had experienced so many
restoration ups and downs lucky there were more ups than downs. When
we were trying to find a pinion gasket for the differential, I
located an NOS one with a leather gasket, small but a great find.
This NOS oil pump still in the manufacturer’s
original box, now living in my car, what a home run that was. Again
to the rescue my buddy Pete introduced me to a company located nearby
and Steve the owner had a 1960 DeSoto who loved MOPARS and helped me
to complete the restoration from every corner of my car.The bottom
line was all of the mechanical rough edges which were once major
challenges were now replaced with all correct parts. He is a great
find and someone I will continue to rely on to keep my 61 on the
road.
From
Rags to Riches…
From the
very beginning I had mentioned that the interior was a major
disaster. This was a top priority restoration project that only could
accomplished by the very best professional interior restoration
company. It looked as if was left to wither away in some junk yard
that was the final resting place. The leather seats were unraveling
and the foam was really turning to dust. The headliner was falling
apart and the carpet had certainly seen better days. Someone had used
a lighter to burn holes across the vinyl consoles. I would imagine
most people seeing this would have never stepped forward and
purchased her because seeing that disaster. I knew hidden there was a
very special gem that shall be reborn and not rusting in that bone
yard.
Foresight
to Success
Several
years ago The Gary Goers Company was the major player for suppling
MOPAR interiors. I purchased almost everything for my vehicle except
the foam, because I didn’t
know when the inside was going to be restored. This was my first
major investment and it paid off when it was time to get her looking
and smelling like a new car sitting on that rotating stage in a
Chrysler showroom.
From
Rags to Riches
I was
very fortunate to find a company that would do the restorationl;
Coachworks, located In Garfield, New Jersey. Seeing them start with a
total train wreck and slowly and lovingly restore the interior to a
wow! From the polished chrome to the magnificent leather seats and
totally rebuilding it from an ugly duckling to this brand new
finished product that one could imagine its 1961 all over again. And
believe it or not they even sprayed it with the new car aroma. This
the final completion for my Sunday driver.
First
Prize… The End of the Rainbow
The
annual show was finally here again at the Bergen Community College
parking area. As the long lines of classic cars and trucks began to
file into one of North Jersey’s
most attended auto shows, hosting hundreds of these classic beauties
in a day long pride of Americana. As the crowds swelled with
families, plus would be new owners looking and possibly wishing they
could own one of these. Many of the participants were explaining the
virtues of their cars and trucks to the many great people enjoying
our heritage. As the morning went into the late afternoon judges of
the Rusty Restores start to make the rounds to single out the
categories of a car or trucks who shall receive awards.
To end
that day was without a doubt the zenith my scenario. I was totally
unaware that my Black 1961G was awarded first prize as the rarest and
original vehicle attending the show. The award was sponsored the
Upper Saddle River fire department. “EDWARD
G. ANTONELLI Memorial award”,
sits proudly on my shelf balancing my library of the letter cars. The
part of this story I was not expecting and was totally blown away,
especially when I was asked to lead the parade of winners.
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