Nate,I would think that your adventure with the 70 Road Runner convertible might fit well in this thread!
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In about ‘87 a friend and I drove from RI to Chryslers at Carlisle. We took his new Buick Grand National. I had a few thousand and was looking to buy something. Saw a ‘70 challenger six pak for $3000, had a 318. Looked at a ‘69 roadrunner for $3000, passed on that too. I then found a ‘70 roadrunner convertible. Had a ‘66 440 in it. Burnt orange, dried out top, leaky exhaust, kinda rough, $1000. Gave the guy his money and planned to drive it unregistered and uninsured the 425 miles to RI. What could go wrong? Lots.
So I prepared. Bought a tow strap, spare tire, jack, checked the oil and threw in some STP oil treatment. Then went over to the custom vanity plate counter and had a license plate made to match the registration from my ‘67 Polara 500 convertible. Incorrect but closer to believable in that pre-computer world. Put it on the back and we were ready to go!
Left at night so as to not draw too much attention. Started raining, started pouring. Rain was coming in the huge hole in the convertible top. At about 100 miles the engine blew. We were prepared. Hooked up the tow strap and flat towed (with the new Buick) for a while. When the battery and lights in the RR started to die we stopped and slept a bit.
started again at sunrise and got to the rest stop before the Tappan Zee bridge. Pulled in there and for a whole lot of good reasons my friend no longer wanted to tow with the grand National. We parked the RR and drove the 3+ hours back to RI. Picked up the Polara with the 440 and tow package and headed right back out for another 3+ hours. About halfway through Connecticut the Polara started having an engine noise. Pulled into a rest area and damn near had a breakdown (mental). After getting a grip checked the oil, none. So I bought 5 quarts and put it in, all was well! Just burnt some oil, like all of it.
Onward to the RR! So we got there and hooked it up, same tow strap, and pulled it over the Tappan Zee. They were awaiting us at the toll and immediately towed the RR. Tow guy was cool though, basically pulled it off the highway, unhooked it and said “take route 6”, so I paid him his $36 and we hooked back up.
So we were on 6 and that merges with 84-a highway. We kept going until the Connecticut state police pulled us over. Guy was going to write me up for everything conceivable when a second statie showed up. He walks up and says “cool cars” and talks the first one out of everything but the radar detector ticket. He then walks over and asks “how the hell do you have three of the same plate?” So we left the RR on the side of 84 with a big orange sticker on it. Apparently needed a tow bar to continue legally, and after grabbing some food were going back to RI for the night. As we pulled out of the McDonald’s the second statie comes by and says, “you should just go hook that up and tow it home, the other guys gone and I’m the only statie from here to Hartford”. I had had enough though. We left. Next day we were back with the Polara again and a tow bar from the rental place. As we approached on the highway from the other direction they were doing work and traffic was backed up for miles. We took the exit and got back on going toward home in all the traffic. A couple minutes later a statie passes us in the breakdown lane, jams on his brakes and backs up. It was statie #2 again. He tells us, “pull in behind me and follow me up the breakdown lane” so we did. We get to the RR and these guys are there about to hook it up, stealing it. So the cop goes to deal with them and we start hooking it up. We eventually get on the road and it’s finally the home stretch! Until the right rear tire blows on the RR. We were prepared though, had bought a spare. We weren’t prepared for the 3 different size lug nuts. Another side trip and we had a four way wrench, fixed the flat and made it home.
turned out the damn thing had massive chassis rot. Put it in the “Yankee swapper” and got about 170 calls for it. Sold it covering my costs but without screwing anyone. Next year saw it at the Papa’s Dodge meet at the polo grounds in Farmington, CT, for sale. Wonder where it ever went. Thought about buying a satellite convertible donor car for a while, probably worth something meaningful today.