This is the “better parts of a lesser car” that America’s famous pony car was built off of. Well, not exactly this generation, but it was this model that spawned a crazed motoring youth. It forced General Motors (with some nudging from a close-minded, attention-seeking, young political activist) to abandon the Corvair, and to move the early BOP Y-bodies to a body-on-frame A-body platform. We’re talking about a car that kick-started the golden age of horsepower somehow by just taking grandma safely to her bingo games. The good ole harmless Ford Falcon. This particular Falcon is the last of it’s kind, and is the embodiment of everything it was meant to be.
It basically goes something like this. I was born in the mid 1980’s. My family hauled my brother and I around in the back seat of a 1979 Ford Thunderbird until the mid to late 1990’s. Continue reading →
I don’t really care for convertibles. Soft-top, hard-top or anything in between. I guess my one exception might be the 1995 Mustang Hardtop, but that’s still not very practical. After riding in one all day, it feels like a day spent at Lake Pleasant in a boat. I guess Phoenix just wasn’t designed for convertibles. All that aside, I love every single third generation Camaro, and with the exception of the “notchback” and the swoopy, 91-92 body treatment, I love every third generation Firebird as well. Continue reading →
This whole “patina” thing is really starting to get on my nerves. Even the word bothers me now. Some cars have nice paint, some cars have shitty paint. Some fall in between. It’s pretty simple. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Read on if you want to see me make it into one…