I’ve always been a bit of a gear head since the days 40 some years ago when I had a ’67 Camaro. Sold it when I was going to school in Virginia in 1972. Took me 6 months of patient waiting before I got $1,000 for it.
I know, I know.
That time reminds me of a friend’s car I considered getting – a 1962 Porsche 356B. I took a test drive, the car was a faded red being 10 years old, with a spot of surface rust on the rear fender.
The seller wanted $1200. I decided to pass on the Porsche.
I end up getting….get this….a brand new Ford Pinto.
Before you judge me, I have to say in my own defense that it had the optional made-in-Germany 2 liter OHC 4, with a 4 speed. It was sporty to drive, even if the body was so flimsy that when washing the car I could push in the fenders.
Anyway, I went into the Army just 6 months later and sold the car.
I tell you this story because yesterday I am in a parking lot and see an immaculate 1962 red 356B. I walked over to peer inside – trying to keep the drool off the new paintwork, and the owner, a nice couple, was inside the car.
They said a restoration costs about $150,000 – and up – and they had just come back from a 356 get together in San Luis Obisbo.
Daily Drivers these days are going for $80,000. The car above is a reasonable facsimile. I have to get a smart phone.
Don’t know what the Pinto would be worth.
I’ll have to tell you my Corvette story some time, but I am worried that you will seriously question my judgement if I tell you yet another story of opportunity missed.