In 1969 as a brand new Army Lieutenant in Columbus, Georgia (home of Ft. Benning's Infantry School) I had a decision to make ....I wanted to buy a "Super Sports Car", a “Pony car” like the brand new redesigned and big horsepower '69 Camaro Z-28 (which my best buddy had just purchased), a Mustang Boss 302 or something really different. I chose...different. I bought a brand new, "Red, White & Blue" 1969 Hurst SC/Rambler or “Scrambler” which was basically a stock, boxy 2 door AMC sedan (think a poor man's Chevy Nova) converted into a “Supercar”. It had a 390 cubic inch engine pumping out over 340 horsepower, stuffed into its engine bay, an outrageous, over sized hood scoop (with decals that screamed "390 cu. in."), dash mounted Racer Tachometer, Hurst HD 4-speed shifter, Thrush "dual throat" Mufflers, Goodyear high performance tires with color matched silver & blue rims and a garish patriotic color scheme that made the car look like it was ready for action at the Drag Strip. The car sounded fantastic and was blazing fast....in a straight line. The problem was it stood out from all other vehicles on the highway. I was constantly getting tickets, not for speeding but for, surprise......LOUD exhausts (!). One landed me in a holding cell for over 2 hours before my clanging on the metal door with a tin water cup (as seen in an old Jimmy Cagney prison movie) got a reaction. This combination of my yelling and tin cup rattling got several guards to open the cell and grab and shove me to the padded cell. As they tried to put on the "padded cell" wrap around restraints, I kept yelling at the 2 Georgia police officers that I didn't deserve this! One of then said, "What are you in jail for?" I said, "Improper mufflers".....That's when they released me. I actually won one of my court cases when I showed the Judge AMC (remember American Motors?) Ads for the car (Even though it looked like a Drag Race car, it met all U.S. auto highway driving specs....including ....exhaust noise). The car was much smaller and lighter than the bigger, full sized AMC Rebel but had the same 390ci/340++ hp engine so it was incredibly fast....as I mentioned.....in a straight line.  I entered several "Run what you Brung" Drag Racing events and won 2 class categories overall, finally besting both a 396 Chevelle and a Pontiac GTO. Quarter mile times were all but guaranteed to be "15 seconds or lower" according to the AMC national magazine Ads (remember this was 1969 and the vast majority of cars on the road including even most Corvettes and Ferrari's were nowhere near these times in the quarter mile). After much practice, I was consistently in the lower 14’s at a trap speed of over 100 mph. I also tried to slalom the car in SCCA events, but failed miserably because the brakes were evidently an afterthought to AMC, plus the steering took 5 1/2 turns, lock-to-lock! The color scheme as I mentioned was much gaudier than needed to be and served as a constant magnet to local law enforcement authorities, throughout my ownership. I sold the car after 1 year of constant harassment and the fact that after I called AMC to tell them of my Drag Racing success, AMC quietly cancelled the car’s warranty because I had….…..Drag Raced the car! I ended up buying a used 1966 Shelby Mustang GT 350H (Hertz rent-a-car). Now THAT was a Sports Car!

Carroll Shelby passed away today (5-11-12) RIP

Today these cars in pristine condition would be worth:
'69 Z-28-- $100,000~$175,000
'69 Boss 302-- $125,000~$200,000
'69 Scrambler--$60,000~$100,000
'66 GT 350H--$185,000~$250,000

 
 
I have been a Collector (with a capital "C") all of my life. My 1st recollection of collecting something of value was in buying, sorting, trading and storing Baseball cards. Many of you can recall your first "collections".....Dolls, Toy Cars, Comic Books, Record Albums, 45's, Perfume Bottles, etc. My recollection was prefaced with a distinct element which still to this day conjures up nostalgia for one's childhood. It was that unique, slightly sweet smell that came from a freshly unwrapped Baseball card package. It was the smell from the pink bubble gum slab that came with the cards. One would either wad it up and place it in your mouth and chew away, or give it  to a friend or family member as a token gift . This one of a kind odor stayed with the Baseball cards. That smell was a special totem for my early, "formative" years. It was the smell of adventure. It was the smell of your first business enterprise (the sorting and resorting and eventual trading of "doubles" or those player cards that you did not care to have). Most of all it was the smell of happiness. Even when you opened a package of cards that was almost entirely made up of doubles, that "Baseball Card Smell" would still trigger a warm and fuzzy feeling to dissipate the bummer of getting so many "doubles". I still remember the excitement of getting a 5 cent package and after opening, finding a "Mickey Mantle", or an "Ernie Banks", or a Sandy Koufax, or a "Roberto Clemente" card buried inside.  I really don't recall when it was that I stopped buying Baseball cards, or when I lost interest and "traded" them to one of my brothers for something different that I was now interested in, like a Lionel Train set. Back in the "Day", no one thought about Baseball Card values....or "Futures"...or "Collectibles". We just knew that next year there would be a brand new crop of cards , with fresh Rookies and Players who had been traded to other teams. Eventually there came to be several new competitors to Topps and Fleer who were the 2 big baseball card companies when I was a kid. So maybe I lost interest when the competition got diluted (like it is today with many variations of  Topps and Fleer as well as.... Upper Deck, Dunruss, Bowman, etc.). At some point , my Mom probably "threw out" my baseball  cards.....and  of course, I didn't really care. Flash forward 30+ years and now we all see what baseball cards from the 50's, 60's and even 70's can command. WOW, how could we have not set aside (Bank deposit box?) these gems and wait for them to percolate into the tens of thousands of dollars they are valued at now? So if you are a Baby Boomer, who still has "all of your" Baseball Cards, Comic Books, Dolls (especially Barbie's), 45's 'etc., count yourself lucky and loaded!
 

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