"..Can someone, possibly a Rambler Freak, tell me (us) what a 'Weather Eye' is and how it functioned..?"
I'm more of a later American Motors Corporation buff, but the 'Weather Eye' is a Nash invention from 1938. They were the first manufacturer to use vented air from outside the vehicle to draw through a heater coil, which was then heated by means of engine coolant fluid. The temperature of the resultant 'Conditioned Air' could thus be controlled by a valve regulating the coolant flow to the coil. Essentially, the system used in the vast majority of vehicles in use today.
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That's such a clean design for that time. No fins, no fake spare tire on the trunk and no radiator grille. The doors weren't as thick as hams like so many cars, and the sculpting was simple and modern. The basic design would have still been contemporary six years later if AMC hadn't discarded it in favor of increasingly baroque and bloated redesigns.
The car-buying public didn't abandon the Rambler brand -- AMC abandoned the practical compact market to the Dodge Dart and Plymouth Valiant.
@DrLemming: I've always wondered what would have happened if AMC maintained the conservative product approach after Romney left.
They may have hung on, but '64-'65 was about when the Big Three finally got a good hold on the intermediate market. Maybe if they just would have skipped the Marlin, Matador and Pacer they would have been a lot better off.
Also, I still think the '67 models were kinda sharp. And creating a "full-size" Ambassador by tacking on length ahead of the firewall is a cheat, but it was cheap and effective.
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@buickboy92: The major self-service wrecking yard chains are great for DOTJ photos, because they have a very rapid turnover of inventory, but they're mostly owned by steel companies and their priorities are all about harvesting valuable metals.
That said, most of the cars in these yards have been through some sort of city/county auction for towed cars. The San Francisco auction, for example, takes place weekly and always has 200-300 vehicles. Almost all of the cars you see in this series had the opportunity to be bought for the minimum bid (usually $150, in my experience), and failed to do so.
I used to drive a '63, back in the 70s, and it was good, inexpensive and reliable.
But it's 46 years old. We can let it go. It's work here is done. Like the endless cycle of life envisioned by some religions, it will be reborn as a Geely or Tata and all will be right with the cosmos.
This vehicle must have transported pleated skirts, and starched white shirts, to school and church, and done a thousand other thankless tasks. Brown shoes don't make it. I bet Mom had a fleeting thought of little Jimmy in the back, 6 and a half years old, the time he threw up coming back from the circus, just as she sighed her last breath, in that hospital bed two years ago last fall. They buried her. Now the car is new boron steel. But there is no factory in Kenosha.
Dang, Doctor, half way reading your paragraph I was expecting you to write a poignant novella like Graverobber and others were so fond of penning back in the Jalopnik days of yore...
@DoctorNine's Tin Foil Hat: [Holds hat to chest and sobs quietly] Thank you for that very touching tribute to an old family friend. Even if it wasn't your family or your friend, you know this car was special to somebody, probably several somebodies. :'(
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Ms. Murilee lives the life of a happy wanderer. From junkyards to LeMons events to performance art shows, poetry slams, sporting events with the Junkyard Boogaloo Bommbox in tow ('cause you can't carry the damned thing), our Murilee lives in a expansive world of automotive riches and artistic expression.
Cue the Lalo Schifrin soundtrack as the carburetor ritual begins.
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An old Dragon that just sits there looking back at you. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. Still got it. Nothing to prove here. Move along, sonny, before you get hurt."
@Taco#6 putting on the ritz: The ownership history in the book (picture 31) seems to disagree with the statement in the article TAI, the family looks to have bought it in '65 or so.
It's automobiles like this that make me just want to shake the hand of the nearest car nut. "Congratulations," I'd say, "on being a part of the same species responsible for this kind of magnificent wonder."
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"..Can someone, possibly a Rambler Freak, tell me (us) what a 'Weather Eye' is and how it functioned..?"
I'm more of a later American Motors Corporation buff, but the 'Weather Eye' is a Nash invention from 1938. They were the first manufacturer to use vented air from outside the vehicle to draw through a heater coil, which was then heated by means of engine coolant fluid. The temperature of the resultant 'Conditioned Air' could thus be controlled by a valve regulating the coolant flow to the coil. Essentially, the system used in the vast majority of vehicles in use today.
Don't get me going. It's rock-gut.
And I can't stop.
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Sad story, is I am a Rambler Freak.
I should know better, but it's like alcoholism and booze.
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Did you see the Cross Country wagon that was in the Ford section?
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The car-buying public didn't abandon the Rambler brand -- AMC abandoned the practical compact market to the Dodge Dart and Plymouth Valiant.
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They may have hung on, but '64-'65 was about when the Big Three finally got a good hold on the intermediate market. Maybe if they just would have skipped the Marlin, Matador and Pacer they would have been a lot better off.
Also, I still think the '67 models were kinda sharp. And creating a "full-size" Ambassador by tacking on length ahead of the firewall is a cheat, but it was cheap and effective.
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You don't even get the chance to see cars this old anywhere else b/c they're dead after 10-15 years.
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Not even with a salvage title?
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That said, most of the cars in these yards have been through some sort of city/county auction for towed cars. The San Francisco auction, for example, takes place weekly and always has 200-300 vehicles. Almost all of the cars you see in this series had the opportunity to be bought for the minimum bid (usually $150, in my experience), and failed to do so.
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But it's 46 years old. We can let it go. It's work here is done. Like the endless cycle of life envisioned by some religions, it will be reborn as a Geely or Tata and all will be right with the cosmos.
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Ok, here's the thing...
It will be reborn, but not as a Tata or Geely, but as girders or aluminum cans or something far less exciting than a car.
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This vehicle must have transported pleated skirts, and starched white shirts, to school and church, and done a thousand other thankless tasks. Brown shoes don't make it. I bet Mom had a fleeting thought of little Jimmy in the back, 6 and a half years old, the time he threw up coming back from the circus, just as she sighed her last breath, in that hospital bed two years ago last fall. They buried her. Now the car is new boron steel. But there is no factory in Kenosha.
I can't stand it.
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Dang, Doctor, half way reading your paragraph I was expecting you to write a poignant novella like Graverobber and others were so fond of penning back in the Jalopnik days of yore...
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It wasn't until I took another look at the gallery that I realized what you did there. I am still chuckling.
+1.
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Ms. Murilee lives the life of a happy wanderer. From junkyards to LeMons events to performance art shows, poetry slams, sporting events with the Junkyard Boogaloo Bommbox in tow ('cause you can't carry the damned thing), our Murilee lives in a expansive world of automotive riches and artistic expression.
Cue the Lalo Schifrin soundtrack as the carburetor ritual begins.
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Mr Murilee has more facial hair than any "Ms" I've met outside of the Russian Navy (Shudders). Trust me... it's Mr.
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;-)
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An old Dragon that just sits there looking back at you. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. Still got it. Nothing to prove here. Move along, sonny, before you get hurt."
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OLDER Ferraris > REALLY, REALLY OLD Ferraris.
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I'd like to see a poll: First Cobra or Fourth Ferrari?
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