Dr No[Moderator Omega - Wristscan]
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In late '85 I ran across a guy who had just simultaneously parked his '63 Pontiac Catalina convertible . . .
. . . in my favorite breakfast joint's lot. White, intact, wholly original. Even then it was special, and I was aware of its scarceness.
I struck up a conversation with the driver.
"Nice Poncho," said I. "Mind if I take a look at it?"
He eyed me warily, then said, "Yeah, sure."
I walked around to the front. On the fender was this badge:
I gulped. The engine under the hood . . .
. . . was a Pontiac 421 Super Duty. The baddest ever from GM. He had no inkling.
I asked how he came to own the car. He said he'd just bought it a few weeks prior from a gentleman in South Central LA for $2000. (That was a lot of money back then for a twenty year old car.)
I popped the question: "Would you take $2500?"
He paused for a moment before agreeing. He gave me his phone number.
You know what happened: I never called. I was on my way for an extended overseas trip so I'd have to store it, which would've cost a few hundred dollars a month. I figured I'd call him when I returned.
Of course, I lost his number.
A few years later I was at a newsstand and saw an issue of a Pontiac magazine that featured an article on 421 Super Duty's. At the end of the write-up was a list of 421 SD production.
The rarest? '63 Catalina convertibles. A grand total of two.
So when one of two platinum Constellations comes up for auction, you know which I'd rather have over a fistful of other delectables.