I'm terrible at sitting down at the computer & organizing photos of my latest project, but since it's 115˚ here in the desert, I'm not very motivated to get any work done in the garage. So yes Davewho1 & Augy, I am actually starting a build thread!
Some of you might recall when I lucked out & stumbled upon my '64 2 door wagon in Flagstaff a couple of years back. If not here's the story again...
Was in Flagstaff, AZ back in February 2017 for a little 3 day getaway & I drove past a house with a few old car projects sitting outside for sale. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a '64 Chevelle Wagon that I pointed out to my g/f, assuming it was a 4 door. Then I got a closer look & it hit me...That wagon is a TWO DOOR!!! I immediately looked in my rear view mirror to see if anyone was behind me before I cut across three lanes of traffic to pull into the driveway.
Lo & behold, just sitting there waiting for a new owner is a '64 two-door wagon. I knocked on the door, but no there was no answer. I was actually on my way back to Vegas when I spotted this thing, so I knocked one more time, this time a little louder. Still no answer, but a nice friendly old lady next door came out & told me the owner wasn't home, but luckily she had his phone number. I asked how long the car was sitting for sale & she said a few months. I was a bit surprised...couldn't believe this car wasn't scooped up instantly.
When I got back to Vegas, I called the next day & got in touch with the owner. When I hear his voice, I can tell he's an older gentleman, and he's extremely soft spoken. The conversation was very cordial, but brief. We quickly agreed on a price & scheduled a date a week or so later when we could make the deal. I wanted to drive back there that day!
Wound up having to reschedule a couple of times due to one reason or another. The entire time I'm having severe anxiety about someone else spotting this car & dragging it home the same day.
Finally it works out & my dad & I arrive to pick up the car. As we pull up to his house, I ask my dad to give me his opinion of the car before I pay for it to make sure my excitement hasn't blinded my judgement. Even though I've been around these cars for 27 years, it's nice to have a second set of eyes. I know the car is nice, but he's been a body/restoration guy for 45+ years.
As I greet the owner, my dad makes a walk around the car & with his body shop hands, he feels around for damage. He walks back over to me & says, "you'll never find a straighter one, this car's never been in an accident". Jackpot. (edit 2 years later..turns out this wasn't completely true)
Here's the car as she sat waiting to be loaded up on the trailer. Still has an original six cylinder with a 3 speed on the column. Unfortunately he had the car primed a few years back by some hack body guy, covering up the original paint. I neglected to take pics of the trim tag, but the remnants of the original color looks like Desert Beige.
The only rust on this car is in the floors. Those damn factory rubber mats hold in moisture & the floors pay the price. Other than that, there is zero rust on this car. The bottoms of the fenders are perfect & the frame doesn't have any pitting. Typical of an Arizona car that was stored mostly inside for 40+ years.
While we were loading the car on to the trailer, I start asking the owner about the history of the car, how long he's had it, where he found it, etc. Turns out he's 82 & bought the car from a young couple that just graduated from Northern Arizona University. His house was directly across the street from the campus. The couple was moving east to Michigan or Ohio & didn't want to drive the wagon back there. So I asked when that was, he replies 1969!!!
Needless to say I was stunned, but then I ask when the last time it was on the road. His answer, 1973. All I could say was HOLY SH T!
Then he opens his garage & he has these gems sitting inside.
I believe he said the '27 Chevy was in his family since new. The '49 Olds was his race car at some point in the early 60s. :thumbsup:
As we drove away, I felt like I took away one of the seller's kids. However, he assured me he was happy the car was going to a good home after I showed him pics of my '67s. He came to the realization that he wasn't going to ever get around to working on it.
Some of you might recall when I lucked out & stumbled upon my '64 2 door wagon in Flagstaff a couple of years back. If not here's the story again...
Was in Flagstaff, AZ back in February 2017 for a little 3 day getaway & I drove past a house with a few old car projects sitting outside for sale. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a '64 Chevelle Wagon that I pointed out to my g/f, assuming it was a 4 door. Then I got a closer look & it hit me...That wagon is a TWO DOOR!!! I immediately looked in my rear view mirror to see if anyone was behind me before I cut across three lanes of traffic to pull into the driveway.
Lo & behold, just sitting there waiting for a new owner is a '64 two-door wagon. I knocked on the door, but no there was no answer. I was actually on my way back to Vegas when I spotted this thing, so I knocked one more time, this time a little louder. Still no answer, but a nice friendly old lady next door came out & told me the owner wasn't home, but luckily she had his phone number. I asked how long the car was sitting for sale & she said a few months. I was a bit surprised...couldn't believe this car wasn't scooped up instantly.
When I got back to Vegas, I called the next day & got in touch with the owner. When I hear his voice, I can tell he's an older gentleman, and he's extremely soft spoken. The conversation was very cordial, but brief. We quickly agreed on a price & scheduled a date a week or so later when we could make the deal. I wanted to drive back there that day!
Wound up having to reschedule a couple of times due to one reason or another. The entire time I'm having severe anxiety about someone else spotting this car & dragging it home the same day.
Finally it works out & my dad & I arrive to pick up the car. As we pull up to his house, I ask my dad to give me his opinion of the car before I pay for it to make sure my excitement hasn't blinded my judgement. Even though I've been around these cars for 27 years, it's nice to have a second set of eyes. I know the car is nice, but he's been a body/restoration guy for 45+ years.
As I greet the owner, my dad makes a walk around the car & with his body shop hands, he feels around for damage. He walks back over to me & says, "you'll never find a straighter one, this car's never been in an accident". Jackpot. (edit 2 years later..turns out this wasn't completely true)
Here's the car as she sat waiting to be loaded up on the trailer. Still has an original six cylinder with a 3 speed on the column. Unfortunately he had the car primed a few years back by some hack body guy, covering up the original paint. I neglected to take pics of the trim tag, but the remnants of the original color looks like Desert Beige.
The only rust on this car is in the floors. Those damn factory rubber mats hold in moisture & the floors pay the price. Other than that, there is zero rust on this car. The bottoms of the fenders are perfect & the frame doesn't have any pitting. Typical of an Arizona car that was stored mostly inside for 40+ years.
While we were loading the car on to the trailer, I start asking the owner about the history of the car, how long he's had it, where he found it, etc. Turns out he's 82 & bought the car from a young couple that just graduated from Northern Arizona University. His house was directly across the street from the campus. The couple was moving east to Michigan or Ohio & didn't want to drive the wagon back there. So I asked when that was, he replies 1969!!!
Then he opens his garage & he has these gems sitting inside.
I believe he said the '27 Chevy was in his family since new. The '49 Olds was his race car at some point in the early 60s. :thumbsup:
As we drove away, I felt like I took away one of the seller's kids. However, he assured me he was happy the car was going to a good home after I showed him pics of my '67s. He came to the realization that he wasn't going to ever get around to working on it.