The One I Let Get Away
As you may know from reading Our History, I exported American collector cars and parts to Europe for many years. During the 1980’s, most of the exports were to Sweden. I worked with an importer in Goteborg and often visited Sweden.
Memories fade a bit, but during a visit sometime in the mid 1980‘s, I was looking through computer print-outs from the Swedish car file. These print-outs show year, make, serial number and registered owner. I was looking at the MOPAR listings searching for “J” and “R” codes to see how many Hemi cars had made it into Sweden. Surprisingly there were quite a few and among them was JS27R0B171715, registration number JCN 378. The print-out gave the owners name, address and a phone number. The address was listed as Falkenberg, a small town south of Goteborg. I called the young lady who was pleased to tell me about the Challenger, but sadly she had recently sold it. The new owner lived in Nybro, another small town south east of Goteborg, on the east coast of Sweden. I was given the new owners name and phone number. A phone call, a pleasant conversation and a meeting was set to visit the Hemi Challenger and the new owner. Sorry I can’t remember the young fellow’s name, but I vividly remember the four hour trip across Sweden. It was a beautiful, sunny day.
1970 Dodge Hemi Challenger
Arriving in Nybro, I found the address with little trouble and there she was, a not quite original pinkish-purple Challenger convertible. The dash tag read “JS27R0B” and under the hood was the monstrous 426 HEMI coupled to the pistol grip 4 speed. In the rear, besides the traction bars, was the Dana 60. The new owner said the car was primer black when he bought it and the repaint was an attempt at Plum Crazy (the original color?) As you can see in my pictures, under the hood seems to be B5 Blue. The rows of holes along the fenders, doors and quarters indicate that the original side moldings are missing as are the R/T exhaust tips. As the new owner said, “It’s a work in progress”.
In the background of one photo you may observe, our young Swede is more of a Ford fan, having several ‘66-’67 Fairlanes. So the next obvious question, “Would you consider selling the Challenger?”. Well that was not in the plans ‘cause that Hemi is a lot of fun, but “I might consider a trade for a ’66 Hemi Charger”.
It was a very interesting, pleasant visit and as I headed back to Goteborg, I seriously thought about trying to make a deal. Could I find a ‘66 Hemi Charger, at the time for about $5,000 to $7,000. Because of business and other concerns, I never seriously pursued it.
Fast forward to January 2011. Among my e-mail is an announcement from Russo-Steele about the upcoming Scottsdale collector car auction and one of the feature cars is a somewhat familiar Hemi Challenger convertible. One of five 4 speeds, the only with Super Trac Pak. As I look at the various documents and articles accompanying their auction listing, there it is: the export document from Sweden to England showing registration number JCN 378. The one I let get away!
Link to Rosso-Steele auction info page:
http://www.russoandsteele.com/collector-car/1970-Dodge-Hemi-Challenger-R-T/6372
It will be interesting to see what it brought on the auction block January 22, 2011.
Tell us about your experiences and the ones that slipped away.
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38 austin bantam coupe traded for motorbike neverun- 39 crysler business coupe section so low couldnt see over hemi-35 willys coupe sold between wifes-28 chandler day late 35 dollars junked tourch in pieces -50 like new crosley soldfor drag body-57 chevy wagon motor into 50 stude pickup-60 chevy sedan delivery? 68 chevy rusted away -64 lemans wrecked-50 cars in 50 years. one25 years others 1 to 15 years .20 years of hot rod all gone because of wifes and kids.could have been rich now alone but happy for all the memories
Well think about this. My stepfather buys me a ‘40 Ford Delux coupe when I’m 14. tells me we will build a “hot rod” together. it never happens. this thing is all ORIGINAL, has the stock interior with the jump seats, on the frame. yahoo before, cut the cross member and floor pan to install a Olds engine-trans, didn’t work. bought for 75.00 in 1968, sold for 75.00 in 1971. do I wish I had it back, YOU BET I DO!!!! now I’m trying to find a ‘37 slant back 2 door sedan that I can make a DD out of.
There were a few but the one that is a standout is the 1969 Camaro Indy Pace car I used to own. White convertible with Hugger orange stripes and Hugger orange interior. I lived in Jersey but moved to Hollywood to pursue other avenues and unfortuntely I did not have a way to get the car cross country. My brother sold it for me, it makes me sick thinking about that one.
I’m buying this car and I’m 14
Mine was a ‘69 Charger. It was about 1980-81. I was 15ish and had a full time job. I rode a (blush) moped as it was the only motorized vehicle I could legally ride on the road that went over 15mph. It was my transportation to work and leisure, so it was ok.
Well… one day I was off work and school, “cruising” the back roads of southern Franklin County, Ohio near Rickenbacker AFB. I went up a hill and around a bend on Noe-Bixby road and there she sat: An all-original 1969 Dodge Charger. The lighter drab green paint was faded but there were no dents or rust. It was in a side yard, partially under a tree.
There was no “for sale” sign, but I was instantly thunderstruck and determined to ask. The place wasn’t what you would call “high-class” and the guy who came to the door reminded me of Bonnie and Cylde’s driver’s father; wife beater and all, allowing about 3 inches bloated lower torso to be proudly displayed. He seemed sociable enough though and was happy to show me the car.
He said he hadn’t thought about selling it, but probably would for the right price. It didn’t run and he had no idea why. It had sat for a few years like this, in this exact spot.
I was drooling at this point. Every little detail added fuel to my passion. The awesome shifter on the automatic console, the dash, the bucket seats, the headlights and even the “on-deck” gas cap; they all burned their images in my mind and I still see them today as clear as ever.
After some conversation, he finally said that he would take $400 for it. I shook his hand and told him that it would take me (on my moped at “light-speed”, remember) about 2 hours to get home and back and since it was a weekend day, I would have to get a check from my father. If he wanted I would bring the check today, leave the car and come back Monday with cash, just hold the car! He was agreeable to just the check and I was so excited that I think I could have ran home.
So when I get home I called my father and he said just get a check from his drawer and write it out. I had money in the bank, myself in (savings) and could cover this but you all probably recall that in those days we were far from ATM’s and weekend or online banking. M-F 8-5 was the norm, but this was gonna be ok!
I carefully folded the check into my shirt pocket and set off to close the deal. It seemed to take forever.
As I went up the hill something seemed wrong. A premonition or maybe a glimpse, I don’t know but I suddenly felt a little ill. Rounding the corner, the nightmare came true. The car was gone.
The guy said that a relative came with a tow-bar while I was gone. He had told his wife he was going to sell it and she said “cousin Roy” or some (explicative) kin had always wanted that car and would be mad if it was sold to someone else (me!). So she called “cousin Roy” and sold it to him for $200! ARGH!
Kicked in the teeth, that was how I felt! 30 years later and I still kick rocks over this! haha Oh well, you win some, you lose some… I just wish I hadn’t lost that one and often wonder about the “what if’s” around that car and memory!
I had just turned 16 had a job at pizza hut and had been saving paper route money for a few years.One day a buddy of mine tells me that the ford dealership that he is a porter at just got a 70 mustang trade in for about $600 that looks in good shape. I had more than enough cash so that night we borrow my dads car, go up there and take a look at it Sure enough it looks nice {to a 16 year old anyway} Maaco type paint Cragars, side pipes air shocks Big O 50 series tires and all! I ask the salesman that came out if I could test drive it He asks how old I am and when he finds out that i’m 16 he tells me to come back with an adult because this is “alot of car for a kid” I bring back my dad the next day and he looks it over asks a few questions about the hood scoop and several other things like are the side pipes going to get me a noise ticket Is it jacked up in the back for a reason The salesman suggests the two of them should go for a ride first without me in the car and he would explain a little about the car. While leaving the dealer lot the salesman IGNITES the tires thru the first two gears {bias ply} stays in the throttle for about 300 yards further, makes a U turn comes back idling and parks the car in the same spot. My dad gets out looking a little pale looks me straight in the eye and says I don’t know what the hell Boss 429 means but you ain’t buying that car because you wouldn’t live thru the weekend! We eventually snuck the car out one evening for about a half hour and looking back I’m pretty sure he was right about not letting me buy it. I never found out if it was an original Boss but I’ll never forget the sight of those huge valvecovers under the hood!
In June of 1970 I purchased a 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T Hemi from an executive at Chrysler for $3,750.00. It was 6 months old with 4,000 Miles. Plum Crazy, Slap-stick auto, black vinyl interior 4:10
Dana rear-end, Am-FM Stereo with 8-track and rally wheels. Had the plate number 426-425. I was 24 yrs. old and always wanted a Vette. I had this car 2 yrs. and then I gave a guy $1,500 and this car for a ‘69 Vette Coupe, 350 automatic. Do I ever wish I could go back in time on this one! Oh well!
Saw an ad in the late 1970’s, maybe early 80’s, for a Dodge Daytona, (you know, the one with the big wing and nosecone, cousin to the Plymouth Superbird)
Remember thinking they couldn’t give me one of those ugly Coronets in Talladega-drag, I laughed at the asking price of $900 obo (or best offer) and thought good luck with that one, I wouldn’t give ‘em even $500 for it.
Don’t need to tell you how much I now wished I’d have bought that one!
Also passed on my neighbor’s 1965 and 1/2 Mustang 2+2 Fastback for $1,700 in 1967, buying an AMC 1968 Javelin instead.
Man, those were the days!
will check into this for you. No one has reported a problem previously
It was the summer of 1973, I had just graduated from High School and I had my eyes on a used 1968 Acapulco Blue Convertible with a beautiful roll bar. All I knew at the time was that it was a GT350 with Stripes and black interior with a 4 speed manual transmission. Since it was my first car my dad was going to cosign the loan for me. I was supposed to find something I liked and then let him know so we could go test drive it and he would dicker with the salesman. When we walked on the Chevy lot to look at the used cars there was the car I was dreaming about. Dad and I looked at it and then he looked under the hood. The first words that came out of his mouth were; “NO F’ing way am I letting you buy this car. You’ll either kill yourself or get a thousand tickets.” Regardless of how much I pleaded he was not letting me buy the Acapulco Blue convertible because it had a supercharger. I said “Dad, it’s only $4400 and I have half of that saved for my down payment”. The old man refused to budge and he started looking at the hardtop fastback Mustang sitting right next to the convertible. He looked it over pretty closely and checked the sticker price. He said “Here, this one is a hardtop and doesn’t have a hot rod engine and the price is only $3900. If you want to buy this one I’ll cosign for your loan to help you build your credit”. It was a 1969 Mustang Mach 1, Black Jade with Black interior and a black vinyl top. I was somewhat disappointed as it was an automatic but Dad convinced me that it would be cheaper to run and it would not attract tickets like the bright blue convertible with the supercharger on the engine and a 4 speed manual transmission.
To this day I will never forget the Acapulco Blue, 1968 Shelby Mustang GT350 Convertible with a Paxton Supercharger and a 4 speed Toploader transmission. They only built 404 Shelby Mustang convertibles in 1968 and had it not been for my Dad I would have bought the Shelby for $4400. I would have been the second owner and I ended up keeping the Mach 1 until about 1987 when it had seen too many miles and since it did not have a 428 Cobrajet it really was not considered collectable. There were far too many Black Jade Mach 1’s with a factory 351 Windsor engine.
Glad to see the someone final gave it the proper paint job that car deserves. Plum Crazy should not be that pink!
I bought an all original “63 Chevy II, inline 6 with a powerglide in 1972 from a friend who had plans to hot rod it. The car had already been primed and the body was perfect and ready for paint. I bought the car for $150.00 and had plans to put a small block in it with a 4 speed.
I was fresh out of high school and was working that summer out of town doing pipeline work. I came home one weekend and my dad asked me to move the car from the front driveway to the rear of the house since the car didn’t look all that great in primer. I told him I would move the car but didn’t get a chance that weekend I was home.
The following weekend I came home intending to move the car, but it was gone. I asked my mom where the car was and she told me I would have to ask my dad when he came home. When he arrived, he told me he had the car towed to a salvage yard.
I immediately called the salvage yard, but, well…………you know the rest of the story.
i had one just like the challenger rt / conv/ 426 hemi 4 spd back in 1974 / fastest id ever drovt it was 185 mph in californa cost 800.00 ticket but it was fun fun fun / i traded it for a mustaing 350 calf style fastback with a 429 jc
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give it to a friend when i went over sea – vietnam in 75 sure do miss it ..!