Stephen Cox blogs about the collector car that didn’t get away.
The owner said that it had been purchased new by his mother, after which it was passed down to his son. It still ran pretty well when he finally got a new car and parked the Torino in the barn some years ago. “If you ever want to get rid of that car, please call me first,” Dad said. “My son had a blue Torino when he was a kid and he would love to have it.”
Dad and I drove back to southern Indiana. The car was heavily rusted and covered in dust. Hay had blown from the barn loft into the engine bay, interior and trunk. A closer inspection of the car showed that it had a 302 V8 engine, just like the car I’d had when I was a kid. It had the same paint code, the same options and an identical interior. By some cosmic miracle, the only difference between this Torino and the one I’d had in high school was the VIN!
After some tinkering and coaxing, I came to the entirely unjustified conclusion that the car could make the hour-long trip back to Indianapolis. The owner asked for $300; I offered $250. We settled on $275 and I drove the car home.
After a thousand dollars and two trips to the mechanic, my Torino ran like a champ. Wide radial tires and Anson Sprint slots spruced up the car’s look, and a new dual exhaust system with glass-pack mufflers gave it a deep, thunderous rumble.
metalflake. Topped with multiple layers of clear coat and buffed to perfection, the paint looks about six inches deep. My original car never looked this good!
I would be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to thank the vandal. Without his unimaginable stupidity my Torino would never have looked this good. He was unwittingly part of a bizarre chain of events that began with a true barn-find and ended with a show-stopping classic.
Keep checking those barns, folks. Every now and then something really amazing hides inside!
Stephen Cox is a racer and co-host of TV coverage of Mecum Auctions (NBCSN), sponsored by: http://boschett-timepieces.com/