Back in 1962, my Dad walked into a Pontiac dealer and picked out a 62 Gran Prix. The dealers eyes really bugged out when he plunked down $5,000 in cash on the salesmen's desk. I loved that car. It had a 389 ci engine and a white textured vinyl top. It was also a two door hard top. One could stomp on that accelerator from a stop and it would rock your head back. It was a real mover.Back in '63 I was making about $140 a month. It would have been difficult to buy more than one of anything and I was doing pretty good, I thought.
This was one of my first life experiences. My father was a dentist and we had a large farm and raised horses and cattle. One Saturday, my father put me in the farm truck and we went downtown Columbus, Ohio to Columbus Motor Car. Dad was dressed on overalls, a t shirt and work boots as he always wore to the barn. We stood and waited for hours for a salesman to talk with us. Finally, someone came over and asked what he wanted. He replied he wanted to buy the Fleetwood on the showroom floor. The guy laughed and asked how he thought he would pay for it. He reached in the chest pocket of his overalls and pulled out $7500. in $100. bills. He said I think I can handle it. He asked how long would it take to get it outside and what was the old truck worth in trade. On the way home in that blue 1962 caddie he asked what did I learn. My answer was treat people with respect and don't judge others by the way they look. This lesson has served me well throughout my life.Cary, reminds me of a story about my Dad and car buying. My Dad was retired USAF and loved to work around the house and in his garden. One day he decided to take the old '59 Impala (one of my drivers that I loved) and trade it in on a new Impala. This was in '65. Around the house he always wore one of those one-piece "leisure suits" that were just brown colored coveralls.
When he got to the Chebbie dealership he walked around and found this real nice decked out two tone Impala but couldn't get a salesperson o talk to him. Because dressed as he was they didn't figure he could afford it and they didn't want to waste their time. He got mad, told the sales manager what they could do with their dealership and went next door to the Dodge Boys where they instantly came to visit him, took his trade and Dad paid the balance in cash, I think it was $2670 OTD for a new 1965 Dodge Coronet 440 with all the goodies and the 361 V8.... Then he drove next door to the chevy guys and showed what they lost out on. I've been a Mopar guy ever since. And that Coronet was a one year body style that I thought was pretty cool.