MY “G”
#2 - SERIAL NUMBER 8413170745
On this story, and
the one that follows, all the names have been changed or eliminated
because those involved know how I feel and I should have used John
Doe so that nobody would know how stupid I had been.
"1" always comes
before "2" except in the case of this story. My father always
purchased Chrysler products on his own without my help until 1961
when I was old enough to purchase cars by myself. As him being a
busy attorney, he asked his 17 year old son (me) to go out and pick a
car out for him. It was October, 1960 and when I finished my high
school classes, I went car shopping.
I went to Vic’s
Chrysler, then on Kennedy Memorial Drive in West New York, New
Jersey. I tried to talk to a salesman and nobody listened to me.
They all pushed me off to the owner’s son, Vic Mobedelli, Jr.
who himself just graduated from college.
I explained to Vic
Jr. what I was looking for in a car for my father and he took me to
the back shop where new car deliveries were. As we got ready to
enter the back shop, off to the right, in a single prep bay, there
sat a black ’61-300G Coupe. Naturally, my father, with a family
of 5 had to have a 4 door but I stood there and looked at the car for
a while. Vic Jr. showed me a black ’61 New Yorker loaded 4
door hard top. He gave me prices and I told him I would be back in
the evening.
That evening, I came
back with my dad and when we entered the showroom, it was interesting
to watch the reaction of the various salesmen that wanted nothing to
do with me earlier in the day. I found the owner’s son, my
father signed the papers, wrote out a check and they said they would
deliver the car the next day to his office.
Fast forward to 1977
and I am now in an engine rebuilding business besides working as the
service director for a Dodge dealer and a customer comes into my
engine rebuilding shop with a 300L and wants the engine rebuilt and
he happens to be a member of the Chrysler 300 Club. He took my son
and I to a meet in 1978 in southern Jersey or PA, after which I did
join the Club. With all the Newsflite and publications, I followed
all the ads for a 300G for sale but thought to myself, at that time,
why would somebody spend $1500.00 for one of these cars?
In November of 1980,
I moved my family to Maine where I had gone to college and due to the
300 Club mailings, became friendly with Gloria and Alan Moon. Gloria
was in charge of the Chrysler 300 Club Clearing House and when
various members contacted her for information on a particular year
letter car, she would forward to them the evaluation on the
particular year of the car they were looking for. In May of 1988,
she sent me information on a red ’61 300G that was in Newark,
Delaware. The evaluation looked pretty good except for the fact that
he wanted $5000.00! My wife and I drove down to Delaware from Maine,
stayed overnight and went to look at the car the next morning. It
was garage kept, no rust, already on its second paint job and every panel was dinged, no car cover, filthy, sat for
years, the Rams were off and a single 4 barrel in place. The block
had been replaced with a 383 high block, (I never did find out why),
the interior had to be redone and after seeing this, I was turned off
and we went back to Maine. I contacted Gloria and told her the car
that I looked at, based on the evaluation page, were 2 different
things. So, I continued looking and still stayed in touch with the
person selling the car. I made an offer of $4000.00 which he turned
down.
In May of 1990, I
answered an Ad in the Club News for a “G”, which the
person wanted $13,500.00 which I thought was the end of the world but
after seeing pictures, the car was absolutely gorgeous. Read the
next story about G #1 before I continue this story of #2.
MY “G”
#1 – SERIAL NUMBER 8413115232
Having not been able
to buy G #2 and worried that, at this rate, I would have to sell a
couple of my kids to get one, I decided to buy the $13,500.00 G #1
in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I had not looked at it in person but, what
the heck, how bad could it be? Little did I know! My wife and I
ventured in her 1985 Dodge Colt and although cramped (me), made the
trip from Maine through Canada to Michigan. I had already sent him a
$5000.00 deposit and the car did come with many spare parts, spare
rams, gasket sets, air cleaners, car cover etc. We met the owner at
his house and paid him balance and were told we had to go to a
storage facility to get the car. My wife and I were standing in the
entrance way of the storage facility while he goes to get the car.
As we were standing in a covered area, because the sun is so hot,
about 5 minutes passes, and then we hear a car coming down the
driveway with an engine knock and I think to myself, the fool
that’s driving that car should get to a repair shop fast, as
the red 300G pulls up. Naturally, first thing I say to the owner,
you did not mention the knock. He says, “Clears right up and
goes away”. Little did my wife and I know of the adventures we
would have with this car for the next 2 days! The parting words from
him were, “By the way, because of your long trip, I put in a
new battery!”
My wife and I set out
on the return trip. The car seemed to run fine and after about 30
miles, we decided to pull into a rest area. As we returned to the
cars, after using the facilities, I noticed water from the overflow
hose and decided to check all fluids. The radiator, naturally, was
low. I topped that off and everything else and we were all good. It
was a 90 degree day and I thought that had something to do with the
radiator being low. I got in the car, turned the key and nothing!
We were only 1620 miles from our house, so how bad could it be? We
jumped started it from the Colt and it wouldn’t run when I
disconnected the jumper cables which meant the battery was completely
drained!! I put the cables back on and charged the battery. While I
was checking this out, I had noticed that the Amp Gage needle did not
move much when we had started out which is unusual because they
usually bounce around a little.
As I looked around
under the hood, I noticed a large black spot on the bottom of the
hood, an indication that something had burned. I looked below it at
the wiring harness and found about a 12” section where the
wiring harness was all taped up. So now it is clear to me why he
put a brand new battery in. He knew it was going to run off the
battery till the battery died. At this point, I had to assume that
the alternator was putting out the voltage but it couldn’t get
to the battery due to the fried Amp Gage, which, in turn, caused the
harness to burn!
We left the G there
and tried to find a parts store where I could buy a 14 Gage wire and
some alligator clips. When we got back to the car, I made up a
jumper wire and ran the jump wire from the Alternator stud to the
positive battery cable which enabled the battery to be recharged.
The only downside to this is that you can’t turn the engine off
with the key. You have to get out and pull off the jumper wire. We
continued on our trip and made sure when we stopped for gas, my wife,
with her little Dodge Colt, would get behind me in the event the car
didn’t start again. Fortunately, the rubber bumpers on the
Colt matched up with the G’s rear bumper, so there was no
problem if we had to push it. Unfortunately, due to a leaking fuel
tank, we could not put more than 7 gallons in at a time. I am sure it
was an oversight on his part not to mention this. I like stopping a
gas station every 70 or 80 miles. Needless to say, the G is not an
economical car to operate. As we continued to stop for gas and
driving, I began to notice it was running hot all the time, even
though the radiator was full. So, we ended up doing most of the
driving at night when it was cooler.
We tried to avoid
high heat from noon to 4pm. As we approached the border crossway, we
encountered heavy traffic. It was around noon time and 92 degrees. I
told my wife to stay behind right behind me because if this G stalls,
she could use the Colt to push it through. As we approached the
border, a traffic controller would not let my wife stay behind me and
we had to separate. I managed to keep it running by using drive and
neutral buttons. As I got to the border person in a booth, the car
stalls. I must have looked to him like I was smuggling drugs into the
country as I was sweating profusely and was drenched. You have to
understand, I am 6’3” and 270 lbs., never mind the 92
degree heat! I explained everything to the border patrol guy and he
figured I was the biggest clown he ever met or I was telling him the
truth. He called out for “Bridge Boys” and 5 of them
came over to help push the car to the side and they pushed me to an
area right next to their headquarters. I waited there for my wife as
she had all the bags of ice we were using to cool the monster G down.
We started loading the intake manifolds and radiator with ice while
the engine cooled down. Tried to start it but it was just too hot.
So, we stood around and watched the border patrol pull people over
left and right and search their vehicles and them. What a sight!!
One of the
lieutenants stopped over to see how we were doing and said, “If
we could be of any help, to let them know”. After about
another 20 minutes, I decided to try and start it again. My wife is
standing in front of the car watching everything that is going on
behind us. I had my back to that. As I am cranking the G, it lets
out with a backfire several times that must have shaken the building
we were so close to. Boy, were they loud!! About 10 seconds later,
my wife’s eyes got real big and she see several border patrol
agents running from the building as fast as they can towards us and
as I turn around I can see that they have their guns drawn and
heading towards us. Then we hear someone yelling, “Was that
you? Was that you? As they get closer to me, the men with their guns
drawn, they start to calm down as I said “yes”. They
explain that about 3 hours earlier, there had been an incident of
shooting with a drug dealer. They were relieved that this was only a
series of backfires. Then they said, “take your time, stay as
long as you want”. All this time, cars were being detained,
going thru their luggage, going thru cars, seats, etc., people were
detained and searched. What a show!
A few hours later, we
were ready to go. Back on the hiway and coming into somewhat a
cooler evening, we decided to get as much driving in as we could .
About 1 AM, we decided to call it quits on driving for the night and
found a motel. The next morning was cooler. As we started to come
into the heat of noon time and in order to cut down on some of the
engine ping due to the heat and lack of really good fuel I retarded
the timing and we continued going our way, buying 7 gallons of fuel
at a time and some ice to keep it cool.
At one time, we
pulled off the interstate and into a bowling alley building parking
lot. While we sat there cooling it down, a car guy stopped by and at
that time, I was seriously considering finding a place to park the G
while we went back to Maine to get our trailer. This person was a
Chrysler lover and said we could leave it at his house. I told him
we would give it some thought while we were cooling it off. He said
he would stop back to see if we were still there and if so, we would
follow him to his house and leave it there.
As it was now in the
time of the day to drive, we decided to press on and continue to
Maine. We again drove to about 1 AM at which time we went to a motel
for the night. Next day, weather was a little cooler and we started
having problems with changing the exhaust pipe gaskets where it meets
the manifold. We always had to find a curb to drive the car onto
because we didn’t have a floor jack. We managed to enjoy
Niagara Falls when we got back in the states.
We made it back to
Maine and I took a day off from working on it. Then I proceeded to
take the engine out of the car and upon disassembly, found out that
the knocking sound was a cracked wrist pin boss on the .030 11.5 pop
up race pistons. The car was a .530/.532 lift and this answered not
only what was the knocking but why it pinged so much. It was a ¼
mile drag race motor not meant to be driven on the hiway!!
As engine rebuilding
is my profession, I now realized how lucky we were to get back
without a major failure. Also, while raising the car up and down on
the lift to remove the engine, I found out I had the first fiberglass
300G!! Everything from the side molding down to the bottom of the
car was large sheets of fiberglass which we removed in 3’
sections to expose a badly rusted body. This should be a warning to
everybody to use the Club Roster and find a person that is
knowledgeable enough, who lives on the area of a car you are looking
at, to make sure it is really a car that you want. (I decided to
drive it because of the owners saying how roadworthy it was so I have
no one to blame but me.)
In my own defense, I
have watched these cars go up steadily in cost and figured, if I
didn’t buy this particular car, I would never be able to afford
one.
I did contact the
seller and, of course, the money I paid him was gone. He claimed he
knew nothing about electrical problems nor engine problems or rust or
anything. He thought it was a beautiful car. After much
complaining, he sent me $1500.00 back which did not go far towards
the $25000.00 that I spent to make it a dependable car. Now,
continue to the next story of how G #2 comes back into the picture.
MY G #2 SERIAL # 8413170745
Prior to buying G #
1, I had been staying in contact with the seller in Newark, Delaware
and even went so far as to send him a ½ gallon jug of Maine
Maple Syrup and a box of maple candies. They were made here in
Somerset County, Maine. At that time, we were the largest producer
of maple syrup in the United States. I had not heard from the 81
year old owner in Delaware for about 2 months when he contacts me to
say he was in California visiting his son when he had a heart attack
and was now ready to sell his G.
Ironically, this was
2 weeks after we got back from Michigan. A week later, we were off
to Delaware with the trailer to bring the car back to Maine. That is
the first time in 15
years it had been out of his garage! As we loaded all the extra
parts into the trunk, I could see how emotional he was getting, even
though he got the price he asked for. He was also happy seeing it go
to a good home. The trip back to Maine was, thankfully, uneventful,
I am glad to say.
In spite of the fact
that it had a 383 hi block motor; I used the car as is for about 5 or
6 years before starting to bring it back to original. He was the
original owner of the car and he had traded his 1957–300C
Convertible in when he bought the G. He never made it clear to me
why or when the block was replaced. I spent a number of years
working on various things to bring it back to it being original. He
was an aeronautical engineer and the car was equipped with water
injection and it had an altimeter. He asked that when I removed
these items to please mail them back to him which I did.
As I said earlier,
the Rams were off the car as he was running a single 4 barrel and he
had changed the wheels to 14” and installed a set of ’57
Plymouth Fury wheel covers. So, before I left, he said, “Let’s
go down into the bunker!” We did go down the stairs to the
fallout shelter under the basement where the wheels and wheel covers
and long rams and carbs and air cleaners were. We carried them all
upstairs and loaded them in the trunk of the G. I took a few minutes
to charge the battery, primed the carb and it fired right up.
It kind of looked
like a low-rider with all the stuff in the trunk with 14”
wheels and the fact that the springs were bent in the wrong
direction! I drove it down his short driveway with no brakes other
than the emergency. Drove it onto the trailer and after putting the
emergency brake on, broke the ear off one side of the emergency brake
handle. As I got out of the car, I thought to myself, it figures
that it would be a part that Gary Goers was not reproducing yet.
The only other
fatality of the trip was the 300G Medallion in the grille. As I got
set to unload the car in my shop in Maine, I noticed that the 300G
medallion in the grille didn’t look right and I touched it with
my finger and it fell off in my hand!
For those of you who
have never had the experience of crossing the George Washington
Bridge and onto the Cross Bronx expressway for its 3 mile length, it
is like 40 miles of bad road. You would think if the medallion was
going to fall off, that was the place it would have happened!
Presently, the car
has 57,000 miles on it and due to my bad health and extremely busy
shop, the car has never been put back together. The new engine is in
it, it has been painted, all the chrome is done, new upholstery and
rugs and it’s just waiting for me to put it together when I
recover.
I have to tell you
that after all the work was done on the car and it came back from the
paint shop it was left outside behind the shop for a weekend. 2 kids
in the neighborhood 8 and 11 had nothing to do so they climbed the
fence behind the shop and for 6 hours vandalized 7 vehicles including
a boat on it’s trailer, a 918 Porsche, and 5 other cars including
my “G” which they smashed the windshield, slashed 4 tires,
walked on and dented the trunk, hood and roof. In all it cost me
$26000.00 to keep all my customers happy and almost $3000.00 for the
Porsche tires alone. I had a $500.00 deductible so the insurance
company treated each vehicle separately and only paid the first $500.
For each vehicle.
I used to visit the
shop once a day but now haven’t been there in 6 months. The G
sits in the back storage shop alongside my 1964 Plymouth, 426 Max
Wedge Station Wagon which is a former NHRA Record Holder from the
70’s and more recently in 2011, the IHRA, B/SA Record Holder
which I had set at age 68 in Maryland at Maryland International
Raceway just before everything happened to me health wise.
I honestly feel I’ve
got more projects remaining then I have time to do them but I am very
thankful to God for the amount of business I have and my son, Dom Jr.
that runs it.