One Good Reason

I can think of about fifty good reasons not to live in Califuckingfornia [187, actually], but there is one reason to think about living in San Diego or thereabouts, and that’s to enjoy owning a car like this 1950 MG T-type sports car:


(details in the link)

You can’t really drive this beauty anywhere that isn’t warm and relatively rain-free — which would straight away rule out Texas (heat, massive downpours), Florida (ditto) and Wisconsin (bitter cold and snow), to give but some examples.  Or just resign yourself to driving it only a couple months a year, on a day-by-day basis.  So:  southern California exclusively.

But $25,000 for a sweetie-pie like this, in this condition?

Have mercy.  It’s almost enough to… errr no it isn’t.

Some Reader Choices

…for Saturday’s “Going Back In Time” theme.

From Reader Joe D. (who reminds me that he lives in interior Alaska):

1976 Chevy 2500 (just not in this sad color)

Basic 350 cu in engine / 4 speed manual trans / 4-wheel drive

He already has the “blonde & toiletries bag” part covered (’76 MGB)

…but requires help:

You happen to know a 1960’s Barbara Eden clone who can fill the “blonde” part?

Rifle & fly rod skills are a plus.

Not asking for much, are ya?


Next we have Reader John H., who starts off with a little bragging:

You recollect that I already have an Austin-Healey and an MGB-GT, but those are not daily drivers anywhere anymore.  [quelle surprise — K.]

Instead, I have a 1973 Mercedes 280C.

Elegant, comfortable … factory air, cruise all day at 75-80mph.  Ours is a little rough, in North American spec so only 135HP instead of the proper 165, but when I get around to an engine rebuild, we can fix that!
Of course the 280CE model with Bosch fuel injection offered 185HP, and was available with a 4 or 5-speed. No matter, we have twice driven the 280 from NY to Texas.

I love that car — it’s the earlier model of the one I featured in my choices.  Jealous, I am.


From the Comments, we have Reader GT3Ted:

1963 Corvette Sting Ray

That’s one car I could still drive today on a daily basis today that would meet most of my needs. It would keep up with modern traffic. A coupe to deal with New England weather and with some storage for trips and a reasonable ride. Downside of course is bad gas mileage, poor lights, marginal A/C, questionable brakes… skinny tires… on second thought maybe I’d just bring back one of the cars I did own back then.

LOL

72 Porsche 911S (2.4-liter)

I drove mine across the country several times, easily doing 800 to 900 miles a day.  No A/C but the vent window’s in the back propped open and it could cruise all day at 80 while carrying 2 people and luggage for a week.

No A/C = automatic disqualification here in the Lone Star State.  But a good choice, for all that.


Over in Euroland, Reader jwenting would take one of these:

1989-90 BMW 320i (E30 configuration)

Gotta say, I love that one too.  I had its little cousin, the 318i, and it was the best car I’d ever driven until that point.


From Reader Don C., here in Texas:

1995 GMC K1500 (Z71 package)

Extended cab, 4WD, with the Z71 package.  A nice 350 V8 and no electric nannies.  I’d take a brand new one off the showroom floor in a heartbeat and never look at another truck again.  You still see these trucks almost daily in Texas, so you know the longevity is there.  It’d easily be my last vehicle I’d ever purchase.

No argument from me.


Reader TopCat wants his “first real car” back.

1967 Chevy Nova SS (L79 package — 327cu / 350hp)

I got it in 1975 with 13xxx miles and sold it in 2009 with 51xxx miles on it.
A dream to drive, quick as a mongoose and cheap and easy to fix.

I’m having a little problem imagining that land barge being “quick as a mongoose”, but okay.


And a latecomer (forgiven because he lives in shall we say a faraway time zone), Reader Skippytony chimes in with his selection(s):

2003 BMW 540i (E61) wagon

199 Mercedes E355 AMG wagon

Some people like “hot hatchbacks”, and some (like Skippy and I) like “hot wagons”.  That Merc is a monster.

1990 Mercedes 560 SEL AMG

Merc’s answer to Cadillac in the Luxury Land Barge category, except that the AMG is about six times quicker than any Caddy made before 2000.

 

More as they come in.

Going Back In Time

Those of you who manfully did yesterday’s homework assignment will understand the background reason behind this post.  Those of you who have put up with my countless rants against the creeping intrusiveness of the auto industry — where your driving behavior is tracked, your wallet is picked with “subscription” services, and all the other little games played under the maskirovka  of “convenience” — will also know where this is heading.

So today we’re going to play a little game whereby we go back in time — back when car manufacturers weren’t the bloodless accountants of today, when they weren’t obsessed with controlling you, but were only interested in providing you, the customer, with the very best performance and driving enjoyment that they could.

Here’s the fun part.  You can decide which era would have provided you with the best solution to all that, and then play the game, as follows.

Assume that, somehow, you were given the opportunity of taking possession of a car (or truck) in precisely the same condition as it was on the day when it left the showroom with its first owner.

Which single car would satisfy your needs today?

Let me elucidate.  You’d be looking at a car that was reliable and wouldn’t be breaking down every fifty miles — or even if it did, its woes could easily be addressed by either yourself (if so inclined) or a competent mechanic — and that had adequate performance (you get to decide “adequacy”).

The car could be the one you had on a poster in your bedroom or den, or one you always wanted to own back in the day, but couldn’t afford.  It could even be the car that your Dad owned (and you miss it still), or by a friend or neighbor whom you secretly envied for their choice.

It could be one that you would like to own to carry your family (kids, grandkids, etc.), or just one that you (and yer Missus, if applicable, or a good friend) could use to blast around the country on long road trips, or across terrain that would frighten a mountain goat.

It could be as practical as you wish in terms of luggage capacity, or gloriously impractical (what my Dad used to refer to as a “blonde and a toiletries bag” car).

To help in your quest, you can peruse the websites of various sales outlets such as my favorite, Hemmings, or the du Pont Registry.  The only restriction I’m going to apply is against resto-mod outlets like IDR or Eagle E-type:  your choice must be a bog-standard (optioned by choice), as-issued model from the manufacturer.

So let me start the ball rolling by showing examples of what I would choose.  (As with watches, I’m somewhat constrained by my insistence on manual operation — stick shifts only need apply — but you’re free to go with an automatic transmission, if you’re that way inclined).

1967-71 Mercedes 280 SL (W113)

 

To me, this car has everything:  understated, classy looks (note the interior), that brilliant 2.8-liter six-cylinder engine (“adequate” performance, for me), and enough room to hold suitcases and/or gun bags.  I also like the flexibility of hard-roof vs. convertible driving (I don’t much care for canvas tops because eventually, they all perish and/or leak).  And  they were available with a 4- or 5-speed stick shift as well as auto transmission.  Most importantly, it was built at a time when “Mercedes engineering” was a discipline and not just an advertising slogan:  they built cars to be reliable, and to last.

By today’s standards, of course, it’s not much — most modern economy models could outperform it — but once again, I don’t care about that.  But if I did want a car that could stick with everything on the road, even today, I’d go for the next one:

1997 Porsche 993 Carrera GT

Okay, like Clarkson, I think that Porsche 911s are fugly.  But this one — the last air-cooled model they made — is the least ugly Porsche they made until the Cayman (which isn’t a 911 anyway).  But a 3.6-liter flat six engine and a six-speed stick shift… if that isn’t enough power for most ordinary mortals, there’s something wrong in the definition somewhere.  Also, it has Porsche engineering which means there are going to be many years of relatively-carefree driving in your future.  And if I wasn’t that interested in “racing” (i.e. driving like a bat out of hell) but cruising — assuming the above-mentioned Mercedes doesn’t fit the bill, even though it should, then I’d probably go for this last one:

1970 Mercedes 280 SE 3.5 (W111)

  

This bad boy has the 3.5-liter V8 engine, a five-speed stick shift, and can comfortably seat another couple in the back — say, if I wanted to take a friend plus his spouse out to dinner of an evening, or to the range by day.  And of course this car, by virtue of its vintage, has all the qualities of Mercedes Benz manufacturing as per the 280 SL above.  And for what it’s worth:  among the three cars listed above, the 280 SL wins by a day’s march.

What all the above cars have in common is what they don’t have:  computers and all the electronic nonsense associated with modern cars (like keyless entry, “engine management” systems, “subscription services”, “automatic stop-start” bollocks and intrusive snooping capabilities).  You unlock the door with a metal key, start the engine with the same key, put the thing in gear and drive.  In the case of the two Mercs, there isn’t even a warning buzz or tone to remind you to put your seatbelt on.   (Yeah, also no airbags, which is why they have such clean lines.  The nice thing about the Mercedes cars of that era was that their engineers had perfected the concept of “crumple zones” before anyone else, so even in a direct collision or rollover crash, you had a good chance of survival.)  The 911 is a performance car, so there are risks involved:  your choice.

The above are cars that treat you like adults, and expect you to behave accordingly.

Finally, the joys of off-roading travel have always escaped me;  hence there are no entries like Range Rovers or G-wagens.

Okay, that’s me.  Now it’s your turn.  You can reply in Comments, or just send me an email.  In the latter case, feel free to include pics and/or links.

Here’s the thing:  I’ll post your choices on this website over the next week or so, for others to enjoy/criticize.

Have fun storming the castle…

About Simplicity — Homework

Tomorrow’s post is going to be about cars, but so that I don’t have to get into a long and detailed preamble for the thing, I’d ask y’all to do just a little homework first, and read this article, then this one, and finally watch a short EeewwChoob video about Jeremy Clarkson on cars.  (It’s not by Clarkson, but it’s an excellent analysis and summary of the Greatest Living Englishman’s opinion of how cars and their manufacturers have fucked up an industry and pastime that so many of us — like me — used to love, but don’t so much anymore.)

Then with that premise taken care of, we can content ourselves with looking at some exquisite cars and wrangling amongst ourselves about the minutiae — something I enjoy perhaps even more than writing the posts themselves.

See you tomorrow.

Perfect

Iain Tyrrell talks about one of my favorite cars of all time, the Lamborghini 400GT.

Here’s my take.  Lamborghini, when it popped the Countach cork, went off to some kind of schoolboy fantasy design trip, and they’ve stayed with it ever since.  I know, there’s a market for that kind of thing because clearly there is a vast customer market of men with small penises.

But their first cars — the 350GT and the 400GT — were the closest to old man Ferruccio’s original plan for his cars:  fast, reliable and comfortable tourers:  the antithesis of the capricious and unreliable Ferrari sports cars, in other words.

Now watch the video and listen to that glorious V12 pushing the back of the car down as it accelerates.

Want.

I’ve ranted before about the foolishness of men who would drop half a million bucks on a car, and I still feel that way.  But I might just make a teeny exception for a 400GT (because that’s what a well-restored one of these goes for, if you can find one).  The one that Tyrrell’s driving would be worth far north of that sum because of the custom-built pistons, amongst other delicious things, that he and his team of automotive wizards has put together.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and check my lottery tickets.