<![CDATA[Jalopnik: Project Car Hell]]> http://cache.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/jalopnik.com.png <![CDATA[Jalopnik: Project Car Hell]]> http://jalopnik.com/tag/project car hell http://jalopnik.com/tag/project car hell <![CDATA[ PCH, Invasion Of The Hell Projects Edition: Three Alfas or Four Citroens? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Yesterday, we had the chance to choose between two potential moonshine runners, with either of which one might keep bread on the table during the coming Financiapocalypse, and the Mercury Maruader beat the BMW 850i like Junior Johnson beat the North Carolina Highway Patrol's '53 Ford Mainlines back in the day. However, some of you- I'm not going to use the word "whiners," though it did occur to me- complained that those two cars didn't rate high enough readings on the Hell-O-Meter™. In other words, Hell isn't hot enough for you! We aim to please here, so let's flood the garage with chlorine triflouride, park some more challenging projects inside, and slam the door on you… for eternity!


We all thought it was a pretty good score when Seatbelt123 picked up two Alfa Romeo Milanos for his 24 Hours Of LeMons team for just $299. No doubt many an Alfa lover started eyeballing that empty spot in the garage and began a search for similar deals. Guess what? We've found what (at first glance appears to be) an even better Alfa deal, and it will not only fill up your garage but the driveway and maybe front yard as well! Would you believe an '87 Milano, a '78 Alfetta, and a '69 Duetto (go here if the ad disappears) for the incredible price of $750? No, and we didn't, either; of course it's really a classic Craigslist bait-and-switch arrangement hiding a $9,850 price tag. But still, with the economy melting down and the value of project Alfas melting like reserves in a bank run, we're pretty sure the actual selling price will be much, much lower. There is no information about running condition or any problems these cars might have (other than the ominous statement "Needs a little attention" applied to the Alfetta), but you can count on decades months of Alfa torture fun when you take on these projects! Thanks to Narf, BZR, and UDMan for the tip.

You like those Alfa Romeos but the scam-esque nature of the phony price has you refusing to do business with the seller for ethical reasons? We understand. Besides, Italian cars are so obvious, what with all their histrionics and castor-oil-down-the-throat machismo. French cars! That's what you need! In fact, forget about those Renaults and Peugeots and even Simcas and go straight for the clear-quill, 200-proof goods: Citroën. Normally, even a pretty rough, hasn't-run-in-years Citroën goes for at least two grand, but magical things happen to project-car prices during a Financiapocalypse- how about four 1960-66 Citroën ID19s (go here if the ad disappears) for just one thin grand? The seller doesn't bother to provide any real description, other than "Between the 4 there are 3 engines. You could probably make 2 complete cars or make 1 with lots of spare parts," but who cares? You could make one quasi-nice runner with all this stuff and the first-ever 24 Hours Of LeMons Citroën with whatever's left over! Please, one of you Oregon readers needs to buy these cars!

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Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5061904&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Financiapocalypse Moonshine Runner Edition: Mercury Marauder or BMW 850i? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! With the Dow taking it in the shorts today, we're all thinking about how we'll keep afloat during the hard times that seem to be looming, if not already here. Naturally, federal, state, and local governments are thinking the same thing, and that means they're going to jack up the taxes on booze! Which, as students of Southern United States history know, that means opportunity for enterprising gearheads willing to assist the makers of fine lead-and-glycol-enhanced alcoholic beverages in getting their products to thirsty, unemployment-maddened consumers who won't have the wheelbarrows full of hyperinflated cash necessary to pay the revenoors' bite. Yes, you'll need to convert a big, fast car into a white-liquor-haulin' moonshine runner!


You know that cash-strapped police departments aren't going to have any money to replace their old Crown Vics with faster machinery once the Financiapocalypse really gets rolling, and budget money for helicopters? Forget it! In order to catch moonshine runners, they're going to have to do so at speeds of 130 MPH or less, which means a powerful, sophisticated German car should be able to stay safely ahead of John Law. Remember, though, that you need something big enough for substantial tanks of "whiskey" or "vodka" or whatever label the cartel wants to slap on their bottles, and the suspension must be able to cope with the added weight of all that highly flammable fluid sloshing around. That's why you need the might of a V12 and the heft of an 8 Series chassis, but how to get one without spending too much of your stash of gold ingots? Hey, bust out $5,750 of your soon-to-be-toilet-paper fiat currency, before The Fed gets all the printing presses rolling at full tilt, because this 1991 BMW 850i- conveniently located in moonshine-friendly Tennessee- is ready to go! It's "a serious car that needs just a little attention," so you figure a few turns of the wrench, the addition of a stainless steel (or rusty steel, to add healthy iron and nice "aged in oak" coloring) tank, and you'll be rollin' like Bob Mitchum!

You really think the revenoors ain't gonna upgrade their fleets with confiscated cars the minute chaos envelops the cities and the bread lines turn into something out of the Battle Of Hue? Brother, you know John Law is going to be 200 MPH-capable when that day comes; those that aren't running down moonshiners in ZR1s and R8s are going to be stuffing supercharged 5.4 engines in their Police Interceptors, and then where will your fancy-schmancy BMW be? We can't say what will happen to your car when they catch you, but you'll be sucking down lead fumes in the Tough On Crime Penitentiary™ Battery Recycling Plant, and you don't want that. That's why what you need is stealth- a car that blends right in, yet still has the speed to make the occasional high-speed dash to the finish line. Say, something like this 2003 Mercury Marauder, which is essentially a warmed-up Crown Victoria Police Interceptor and can be had, in this case, for just $5,500. Don't worry about the seller's statement "MADE A MECHANICAL REPAIR TO THE VEHICLE AND THE OWNER DITCHED IT," because the post-Financiapocalypse world will be full of easy and cheap ways to get totally realistic-looking registration documents. Of course, you'll need to do something about the engine, but F150 Lightning drivetrains ought to be getting pretty cheap by now. There's room aplenty for the requisite white-liquor tank, and a suspension built to withstand endless impacts with curbs and speed bumps should be able to take the pounding administered by logging roads and potholed post-collapse city streets better than anything out of Bavaria!

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Thu, 09 Oct 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5061316&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, No Escape From The SM Edition: One Citroen SM or Two Lancia Zagatos? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Last time around, 64% of you opted for an eternity in the trunk of Coyote Shivers' 1984 Volvo DL rather than having your bodices ripped by Fabio's Lancia, according to the Choose Your Eternity poll. But enough with the pseudo-celebrity cars- today we need to get back to basics, with a return to the very soul of project car hell: France versus Italy! Right now, Italy is in sole possession of the PCH Superpower trophy- which is in the shop with a bad oil leak and a rod knock- thanks to a very one-sided Pantera-versus-Lotus drubbing, but can the Italians hold firm against the Tsar Bomba of Hell Projects? We'll find out!


Remember the Lancia Zagato? Of course not, and you Europeans are probably totally confused about that name slapped on what's obviously some kind of Americanized Beta, but enough of them were sold on these shores that it's now possible to obtain two of them (go here if the ad disappears) for just $1,500. One of them doesn't run, due to a "sticky" clutch arm, while the other one runs just fine, other than a slight problem with the fuel pump ("Sometimes you have to jiggle the fuel pump fuse to get it going"), which shouldn't raise even the tiniest red flag among those with experience working on Italian cars. You got lots of extra parts- in fact, sufficient parts to completely fill the bed of a full-sized pickup truck- and that means you should have enough stuff to get at least one of these fine Italian thoroughbreds back into tip-top shape. Right?

Just because a Citroën SM has never lost a PCH Superpower Challenge, does that make this matchup unfair to Italy? What if the Romans had had that sort of defeatist attitude? Why, they would have allowed those barbarians from the north to conquer them in that case... oh, wait. Anyway, we figure two Lancias might have a hope against a car built by a shotgun marriage of Maserati and Citroën, under the administration of two of the best-organized and efficient organizations the world has ever seen: the French and Italian governments! So here we go! My fellow LeMons judge, Herr Lieberman, has found this 1973 Citroën SM for us, and check out that price! Pick your jaw up off the floor, because we're talking about an SM priced well below four figures, and the auction ends in just a few hours. Unless the reserve is set at some absurd height, this might be the cheapest SM in the country! It doesn't quite run, but it's really, really close; once you deal with the engine- which "may be stuck"- and find a new transmission- which is missing- and then hunt down some new hydropneumatic suspension spheres and some other parts, and then deal with all the stuff that goes wrong when an insanely complicated car sits for close to two decades (a car built by the French and Italian governments, remember), and then fix the rusted-through body panels… well, at that point you'll find that you're only capable of composing really unwieldy run-on sentences full of digressions and tangents and you'll need a good stiff shot of absinthe just to drag yourself out to the garage and face your future, each day, until the warm embrace of eagerly anticipated death enfolds you. OK, fine, we know the SM is going to crush the Zagatos, but vote anyway.

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Tue, 07 Oct 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5059873&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ It's Graverobber Tirade Saturday! ]]> Graverobber has continued to create his totally plausible Project Car Hell Tirades™ for us, and we're going to follow up the original Graverobber Tirade Friday compilation with another collection of his greatest hits today. Jump away, if you dare, and you'll read about the terrible glorious fates awaiting those who drag Hell Projects into once-cheerful garages.


PCH, Because You Can Edition

The Vee-dub. Ach-Eee-double hockey sticks.
The Camper Van Fordiac is freaky enough, and if you bought that you might turn into a pedophiliac version of that Hal Holbrook character from Into the Wild:"Don't hitch to Alaska, I'll drive you in my creepy clown camper!".
The Rabbit Limo however smacks of the kind of freaky '70s mashup of economy car and luxury car that Motor Trendused to promote. That's right, gravitate to the Rabbit and you will be inadvertently branding yourself as a Motor Trend reader.
Now, MT has been around for a long time. And it, like other car magazines has developed a persona of sorts over the years. 
Road & Track has always been the Chardonnay-sipping, European car-loving, Formula One-following, Concours-attending civility magazine. 
CAR AND DRIVER has developed the image of Budweiser-swilling, big-engine, parking lot burnout-ing, "Why don't them Ur-a-peun cars have no torque? NASCAR-loving bruisers.
AutoWeek is the "WE LOVE ALL KINDS OF RACING ONLY WE PUT IN THE BACK AND IT USED TO EVEN BE UPSIDEDOWN, BUT NOW IT'S NOT AND WE GET A LOT OF OUR NEWS FROM AUTOMOTIVE NEWS SO IT'S SOMETIMES WRITTEN LIKE IT'S BY SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T REALLY LIKE CARS, BUT WE REALLY, REALLY DO, PLUS WE HAVE DENISE MCCLUGGAGE AND SHE CAN DRIVE BETTER THAN ME YOU AND THAT BLOW-HARD FROM CAR AND DRIVER THAT CRASHED ON THE FIRST LAP AT INDY THAT YEAR, REMEMBER THAT? YEAH WE EVEN REPORTED ON THAT." magazine. But they're trying.
But Motor Trend? . . .Well, MT has always had a motto, which is "All Cars Are Good!, or ACAG. MT loves them some Japanese sedans and will frequently test three or four of them at a time. They'll go on for page upon page about the nuanced differences between an Accord and and Altima, EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE THE SAME CAR! Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself.
Now, you may ask yourself "But I drive a mid-size sedan, wouldn't I be interested in a road test of said cars?" No you wouldn't. You drive that shit-box everyday. You could sneak out of work right now and take it around the block. You don't care about them. When you're sitting on the crapper, laying some cable, you don't want to be thinking about being stuck in traffic in a metallic-gray Camry LE, you want to read about rocketing a Veyron over a treacherous single-lane Alpine road. You want to read what it feels like to get pushed all out of shape by the ferocious acceleration of a nitrous-equipped, seven liter Viper at the clandestine drag races secretly put on by the ghosts of dead bootleggers. You want to vicariously experience all the things that you can neither afford nor are allowed by your wife/husband, girlfriend/boyfriend, mother/probation officer. My god, that's why you read Penthouse forum isn't it?!
Motor Trend, likes to take anything and make it more middle of the road. Limos should be big, ostentatious, look at me vehicles. But no, Motor Trend wants you to go to your prom in a Rabbit. Motor Trend wants you to ride to your father's funeral in a four-cylinder, 16-foot long hatchback. Why? Because Motor Trend is the car mag for people who aren't sure they like cars. Hell, maybe they're kind of "Dr Phil" sensitive individual and would actually rather read Cat Fancy (Ooh! Calicos now number one breed in Ohio!) than smoke-em around a corner, rev-the-piss-outta' it car stories.
So you don't want to go there. Just walk away. No, don't turn around, don't look back. Just walk away. You're a car guy. Even if you're a gal, you've got 91-octane in your veins, you get excited whenever you hear open pipes coming up the street, and you have a stack of car magazines, non of which are Motor Trend sitting on the floor, next to the toilet. So steer clear of the rabbit limo. Go find a Porsche, or a 427 Camaro, or Deuce Coupe and give it a loving caress. Smell some exhaust, listen to how a real motor sounds when on song. It'll be alright, we're gonna' make it through this, just put down the Cat Fancy.


PCH, Alphabet Soup Edition

I think the NSU is PCH, because the TVR will eventually go PDQ and the NSU looks kind of DOA, although they both will cost so much you'll only be left with your BVDs, so you'll need to CYA by taking out a second mortgage to pay the bills, but then the bottom may drop out and you'd be SOL and living in the car, so maybe the NSU is a better choice than the TVR after all. You'd still be able to take out an ad in Craigslist as a SWM looking for a roommate. Preferably someone with a PS3 so you could still play your favorite RPG and FPS. Eventually you'll need to pay the rent so you'd sell the NSU and put an ad up on the WWW, but no one is interested so you take it to the junk yard because you can't pay the registration and insurance anymore. As you leave you tell it RIP and then head back to your new job at UPS. While there you listen to some MP3s but the boss catches you and saysWTF? and that he's going to fire you. You beg with him and say you have ADD. He acquiesces, but warns you to keep your nose clean or you'll be FUD. You tell him OMG I will, and secretly plan to get enough money back to buy that TVR. LOL!


PCH, Budget Engine Swap Edition

A Nissan-powered Corona is a problem. Japanese industry is controlled by several Zai-batsu family groups, and Toyota and Nissan fall under competing families. Having the swarthy Nissan mill in the demur Toyota four door sets the stage for an entire Capulet vs. Montague tragedy rolling into one little car.
Building a car with allusions of Shakespearean predestination exposes you to straddling the cultures of your friends who are JDM traditionalists and those who espouse the rice-rocket hipster lifestyle. You fall somewhere in the middle, not caring more for one side than the other. For It is the east, and both are under the flag of the sun.
Eventually . . . well, you know the story. It's not going to end happily, but if you've got to go, you can't ask for a better way to go than a tragic demise. And a V6-powered Corona will be a quick and quirky means to that end.
A greater power than we can contradict

Hath thwarted our intents with this engine transplant.
For never was a story of more woe and pain

Than this of Corona and her Nissan.


PCH, You Bought What Edition

That über-benz is $42K. It's longer than a school bus. The entire thing operates on 6 gallons of 90PSI hydraulic fluid that costs $67.98 a quart, and it's being sold by a car dealer in New York, so there's not going to be a lot of state regulatory intervention should they screw you. WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE? Like day-old sushi, Nicolas Cage movies and a herpes-infected girl friend overdue for a breakout, this crap shoot puts the odds against you . . . just the way you like it. A gambling man never takes the path, that's for losers, not winners. A gambling man talks the talk and walks the walk, and with an 11 passenger, 6-door behemoth like this, you'd be a fool not to buy it.
If you can actually get it out of the dealership lot without paying extra for the seven boxes full of parts: I don't know if they're actually from that car, but they're from a Mercedes so they'd likely fit, but of course I'm going to have to charge you for them. How about $5,000 for the lot, no questions asked? the seller would tell you.
Okay, off to a bad start and in the hole more than you had expected, but shit, just wait until it's done and the offers start rolling in. Limo services, Consulates of up and coming Third World Nations, Rap Artists and the Palin family will all be clamoring to buy this amazing and commodious automobile.
Much like clothing Shaquille O'Neal, everything for this car costs extra- just storing it costs double because it takes up two parking spaces. A paint job is double because the spray booth won't hold it all at once. And the guy you have to hire to renew the hydraulics has to be flown all the way from Germany, is 78 years old, and requires a nurse and thrice-daily diaper change.
But you persevere. You know that only the strong and the dedicated survive. You know that the only way you will come out on top is by putting your nose to the grindstone and putting all of your efforts behind getting the project done. You know this is right because Tony Robbins told you so on his inspirational tape.
So, in order to economize, you sell your TV, you stop the newspaper, and cut your phone and DSL lines. All of your energy is focused on the task at hand- completing the restoration, getting it on the market, and fending off the bidders to make your big gamble pay out.
Chrome for the massive grill is $5 grand. replacement leather upholstery takes 32 hides and costs $19 thousand. It all takes money and time, but you're dedicated and see the project through to the finish despite depleting both yours, and your pre-senile suffering grandma's bank accounts, but it's okay, because it looks fabulous. You can't park it on the street, and it won't go around most city corners, but you're gonna' make it al back and more when you sell it to the highest bidder.
Opening the garage door for the first time in months, you are struck by how quiet it is. Looking around, you see many pedestrians on the side walks, but no cars. Heading around front to the main street, you see several Metro busses go by, all completely packed with sad-faced passengers, but again no cars.
Heading down the street, first at a trot, then at a flat-out run, you reach the only gas station in your part of the city. There on the marque you see the reason for the dearth of cars- REG $11.999/Gal PREM $13.999/Gal, and even worse there's a banner across the pumps saying NO GAS, NONE COMING. 
Your heart sinks. Even on the best day, the 600 would only have gotten about 9 miles to the gallon around town, and here there isn't even any of the stuff to buy! You had been so focused on the project that you completely missed the total collapse of the capitalist machine. Heading back home, you pick up a paper. The headline reads "Federal Government Mandates Public Transportation - CNG Busses only way to get around" and lower on the page "Consulates closing, nations unable to afford foreign outposts. In the Arts and Entertainment section you read about how Rap has become passe and Emo- Green music is the new big thing.
Climbing into the Pulman, and pushing the button on the garage door remote, slowly sending the door down, you fire up the car, and decide to end it all. Unfortunately, there's not enough gas in the tank and it runs dry after only giving you a headache.
You head up stairs and put another Tony Robbins tape in the machine. You think about the old gambler's maxim: If you make many throws your luck must change. Sadly, you only threw once.


PCH, V8 Imports You Should Totally Run At LeMons Edition

Hölle awaits you with a non-running 928. You don't have enough money to float both the purchase price and the repairs, but after you tell your parents about your plan to run it in the 24HOLMS they offer to pitch in, but the money comes with a stern lecture about responsibility and ownership of your actions. 
The fat-bottomed girl looks just right, sitting, somewhat lopsidedly, in your garage. A new fuel pump eats away $156.99 from your repair fund, and the addition of new plugs, wires, 6 skinned knuckles and an oil change sets you back a good $319.12 additional.
Fresh gas in the tank and a new battery (total $162.57) gets you to the point where you're ready to try and start the beast. It fires up and settles into a lumpy, twitchy idle.
That night, your parents inform you that they will be leaving the next day for a weeklong vacation. You get another sermon on maintaining your decorum while they are gone and not doing anything for which you'll regret in the future.
Once they have left, you call your best friend, Miles, telling him that you're going to take the Porsche out let it stretch its legs.
Miles drops by later that evening and you slowly back the car out of the garage. The single taillight, and copious quantities of acrid smoke drifting from the down-turned exhaust pipe do nothing to dampen the excitement you both feel. 
The car creaks over expansion joints, and the dried out and threadbare tires make smoke-churning doughnuts in the parking lot of Long John Silver's an easy diversion.
While waiting on the apron for traffic to clear, you see her; short dress, pixie nose and blonde hair done in a retro feather cut. You think back to that morning, after your parents had left the house and how you had danced around in your underwear while playing air guitar and singing along with the old Bob Segar CD of your dad's.
 She walks over to the car and leans on the window. "You boys look like you're having a good time." She says all slow and languid. Her eyes, masked by heavy lashes and smoky mascara look golden in the streetlamp light reflecting off them.
"You want to have an even better time?" she says and reaches through the open window to massage your shoulder. "So tense" she purrs, "I'm thinking you could use a night of Nirvana to calm those tense muscles." Miles leans forward and starts to tell her that you are heading back to your house to watch Conan, and that . . . "Shut up Miles." you hear yourself say. The Porsche shudders and one headlamp dims appreciably. "Mmmm, a Porsh" she whispers, "that really turns me on." "Porsh-ah" you whisper back involuntarily and open the door.
Several hours and condoms later, your are in a park and the two of you are lying on the hood of the 928. Miles is sitting under a picnic table, gripping his knees, rocking back and forth and muttering "unclean, unclean, must wash eye sockets!"
"Okay lover, time to pay the piper." she leans over facing you and her mention of piper reminds you of what she just did to your. . . well, what did she mean pay? "Oh, of course" you sputter, "you're a pro." "Um-hum" she nods and holds up her hand as she rubs her thumb back and forth across the tips of her first two fingers. "That's three hours at twelve hundred an hour . . . you owe me thirty six hundred, and I don't take plastic."
"Thirty six hundred!" you shout, sitting straight up. "I don't have that." "You drive a Porsche cowboy, how can thirty six hundred be a big deal? I happen to know a fuel pump alone for one of these is a hundred-fifty." "One fifty six, ninety nine." you say, staring off across the lake in front of you.
She lets out a long slow sigh and then jumps down off the hood. Straightening her dress she puts her fingers in her mouth and lets go with a long trilling whistle. "Hey, Guido! Over here!" she shouts, and a small, hairy man comes out from behind the boathouse. He's wearing Sansabelt slacks and a paisley poly-blend shirt, which is open far enough to display a chest full of hair and gold chains.
"This is Guido, he's sort of my boss." she tells you. "Guido, your boss, of course." You mimic her while eyeing Guido as he twists at a large gold ring on the third finger of his left hand.
"That's right," says Guido, "only I'm not sort of her boss, I am exactly her boss, and I need to make sure she gets paid for services rendered, if you get me drift." He's moved closer to the two of you now, and is standing just behind the ass-end of the 928. "You drive this?" he asks. "Yes, this is the first night I've taken it out." Frowning, he asks "Do you know what a fuel pump costs on one of these babies?" "One hundred fifty six ninety nine." You say again. Guido: "One fifty six?" You: "Yeah" Guido: "And ninety nine," "Right" "He lets out a slow whistle. "So you don't mind spending money on a beautiful machine such as this, but you can't be bothered with the proper exchange of remuneration for a job well done by this beautiful woman? It was a job well done wasn't it? I mean, there was some sort of job involved, please tell me that at least." You're starting to panic. "Yes, there was a job, and it was undertaken with the utmost of professionalism and completed on time." "Just not under budget right?" Guido replies. "Yes . . .I mean, I had no idea, she should have told me up front." "She should have told you." Guido's shaking his head, "Do you really think that it was her responsibility in this exchange to quote you a price? Don't you think the onus lies on the consumer - you in this case - to ask for the cost before making the purchase?" "I guess so" you sheepishly relpy. "You guess so? You guess so? Look, buddy, we're going to have to work something out here, because there ain't no way you're gonna' get out of this without paying. You understand?" "I understand" you repeat.
Guido puts his arm around you shoulder and walks you back to the sloping hatch of the Porsche. Under your feet are torn wrappers from your earlier endeavors for which you are now in such dire straights.
"Look," Guido says, and you can smell the alcohol and Pepto on his breath. "Truth be told, we may be able to strike a bargain here." Your mind reels, he needs a place to let his employees ply their trade, your parents are gone for the week, you've got a lot of friends that have college bonds they could cash in, if you're shrewd enough, you might even come out ahead in this deal.
You shake on it and give Guido your address. He collects the girl who asks if she's getting paid or not. He grabs her by the arm and says "come one, we got calls to make" and then they are both gone.
You are relieved and take your first deep breath since first encountering Guido. Shouting to Miles to come on and get in the car you lean back against the driver's door. The car shifts underneath you. Turning to look at what has happened you are shocked to see the car inching down the hill and towards the short, wooden pier.
"No, no, no, no, no . . .!" you shout as it gathers speed. "MILES! HELP ME!" you shout, but there's no response. Jumping in front of it and grabbing with both hands under the bumper you plant your feet in the slick, wet grass. The 928 is too heavy and the slope too steep and you slide down the hill with the car. Impossibly the car picks up speed despite your best efforts and in an attempt not to get crashed by the German GT you leap on the hood.
The car hits the dock and stutters across the rough boards. Overhead you see the bright glare of the lights and dark sky pass by. Bracing yourself for the immersion in the cold, duck-shit imbued water, you feel the car slow to a stop. The front tires bump against the 4 x 4 footing at the end of the pier, and you think your luck couldn't get any better tonight. Shouting to Miles you jump off the hood, and then the end of the pier collapses under you, sending car and you flying into the murky depths. Flotsam fills your mouth as you try and yell in surprise, but before you know it, the car is completely submerged leaving only twin clouds where misty air was forced out of the cabin through the cracked door glass.
You realize now that you, Guido and the girls will have your work cut out for you, and that your dreams of winning the 24HOLMS would hinge on how many of your horny friends you'll be able to convince to mortgage their futures for one night of nirvana.


PCH, Sochaux Versus L.A. Edition

First off, the Muntz Jet must be saved. I judged the Post-war Touring class at the Los Angeles Concours d Elegance and a Muntz Jet won best in class. It had the original barware in the back and a Muntz wire recorder in the center console, and it worked-playing an old Muntz radio spot. The car was purple with a white top, and the restoration was impeccable.
So your hell awaiting you is the 4-squared pugeoti. Why would anyone want 15 504s and a lone 505? Because you own a taxi company, and you're looking for the cheapest way to differentiate your brand from the Crown-Vic sporting competition. Smooth-riding, roomy French Peugeots are just what le docteur ordered.
Because French is the language of love, you rename your taxi service Taxi de l'amour and paint all the 504s a candy-apple red, and trim them out with crushed velour and shag carpeting. A door to door traveling condom vending machine salesman talks you into installing a two bits-a-johnnie in the back of each. The final touch is a pheromone-scented tree hanging from the rearview mirror of each.
 You, of course, want to take out the first car as a "test-run" and head down to the section of town where all the clubs are located. Your first fare is a Menonite, who has wandered into this part of town and wants to be taken back to the Howard Johnson's by the airport. You oblige and keep an eye on him in the mirror for the trip, but he doesn't seem to be affected by the salacious nature of his surroundings. You slip in a Barry White CD and see if that makes a difference, but he only re-buttons the top button on his stiff-white shirt and glares disapprovingly at the ticking meter.
After him, you head back to the hot spot and see a couple of young women in micro-mini skirts and those kind of tops that just seem to hang around their necks and in front of their boobs, bad sadly never seem to fall off. The blond spies you and raises her arm in a hail. You pull over to the curb, the peugeot ticking over rhythmically and seeming to drip sex from its vibrating tailpipe.
The girls get in, and ask if you know any good bars. "Sure," you tell them, "there's the Cat Box and the Fire Hose. . ." They both frown and, after some discussion between them, decide to have you take them back to their hotel, as they have an early morning at their volunteer gig with the developmentally handicapped children. Taking one last chance, you switch out Barry for Prince on the way to the hotel and use your hand to waft the scent form the tree hanging from the rearview but the redhead just makes a bad-smell face and opens the window. At the hotel, you help them out of the cab and wish them well.
Having struck out twice with your new sex-mobile concept cab, you decide to try fishing in a different part of the lake, and head over to the strip mall-lined boulevard known to be habituated by ladies of the night. Sure enough, once you turn on the street, there they are, all short skirts, go-go boots, mesh tops and meth-mouths. A series of small motels line the south end of the strip, and here, at the north, it's mostly 7-11s, dive bars and Libertarian Party headquarters. 
You cruise slowly down the street, timing it so you hit most of the lights on red. After three blocks and seven homeless guys trying to wash your windshield, you spot your prey; a man, dressed in a suit coat, jeans and boots and button-down shirt. He's standing with a Rubinesque hooker, in up-your neighborhood short-shorts and a yellow tanktop that isn't working overtime in keeping her ample bosom in check.
They get in and he asks you to take them to a motel. He grabs in his pants pocket and pulls out a wad of cash- mostly singles-and says "no, no, no, take us to a . . . a" The hooker, who is looking around the cab like she's never seen anything as classy before and tells him "Look sugar, you better save some of that for me, otherwise you can just let ol' cabby here get your rocks off." He looks suddenly panicked and asks you "How much if you just drive us around for an hour?" "Half-hour" the hooker corrects.

Seeing as this is your test of the love-cab, you shut off the meter and turn back to the sweating, wide-eyed fare. Give me $20, and I'll take you on a nice romantic drive down to the waterfront and back." You look at the hooker, who is frowning and add, "that's about a half-hour drive." She smiles and says "Thank you love." As she says this you notice that she's a big girl, shifting you gaze back to her trick you note that he's no anorexic either, and you begin to worry about the shocks, which you never replaced.

You head off down the black and turn left at the next light, which is blinking yellow at this late hour. The road heads down a good 6 miles toward the waterfront and gets pretty windy. The couple in the back have started going at it and you sneak glances back to see if the cab is having any effect on the heat of passion. Mostly all you catch glimpses of is the dude's hairy ass bobbing up and down, and this makes you a little peeved.

The Peugeot coasts down the hill, picking up speed and starting to bounce from the frenetic activity in the back seat. At the third corner, you're doing 50 and the tires squeal as you bounce into the oncoming lane. You hit the brakes and realize that the shocks weren't the only ting you should have overhauled. The pedal goes to the floor and your eyes go wide. The e-brake is your next resort, but yanking on it only makes a zipper noise and you glimpse a frayed cable below the lever, damn!

The motion of the ocean is getting worse and you think that suit & boots is getting his money's worth. You're feeling bad to bring his fun to an end, but have to shout back to them, "HEY, YOU BACK THERE, KNOCK OFF THE HUMPING, WE'RE GONNA' CRASH!" It's no use, you're gaining speed, and your attempts to downshift have only resulted in the car no longer being able to find a gear. The bouncing is driving you all over the road, and the moaning coming from the back seat overcomes Barry on the CD. At 70, you lose a hubcap and the hooker tells your fare that he'd better get a move on. At 80, the rear bumper falls off and she tells him, "time's up fool." At 90, he says, "but I wasn't finished."
You hit the bottom of the hill at 100 and you're going too fast to make the corner onto the street. Instead you break through the wooden fence rail and hit the end of the pier. The broad boards make a thud-a-da-da, thud-a-da-da noise under you. "You can just let me out here hon. . . ." the hooker says leaning forward and unable to finish the word as she sees the looming ocean through the windscreen. Her trick, pants in hand, sticks his head up next to hers and says "I said I wasn't fin..." He too is caught in mid-word as he realizes that he may very well be finished. The 504, still doing about 90, crashes through the barricade and does what feels like a graceful swan-dive, but is more of an ass-over-hood flip into the drink. You hit the water and it immediately fills the cabin. Barry is literally drowned out and the three of you make your escape through the open windows, swimming back to the shore, you stagger out amid the lightly crashing waves. Checking to make sure everyone is okay, you make your way back up to the pier, and to a phone booth, standing under a lone street lamp. You call the base and tell them what happened. Your partner says, "Well, that's it then, this plan's not gonna' work." "Pfft," you say, "I know where we went wrong, and besides, we have 15 more tries to get it right!"
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Sat, 04 Oct 2008 16:00:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5058989&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Project Car Hell, Sorta Famous Edition: Fabio's Lancia or Pauley Perrette's Volvo? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Yesterday, we saw the "Bentley" (actually a Rolls with Bentley grille) beat the "Rolls-Royce" (actually a Vanden Plas Princess with a Rolls grille) in the Choose Your Eternity poll in a 59/41 vote. Today we're going to contemplate the concept of fame. Now, none of us can afford to buy JFK's Continental or the Gremlin from Wayne's World, but that doesn't mean we don't have a shot at a famous car- we just need to aim lower! And today… well, we're aiming really low!


When you want to drive a car that was once owned by a famous actor, you can expect to pay big bucks, and when the car is a vintage Italian machine with suicide doors? Forget it! Hold on, though, because we work miracles here at Project Car Hell… and we can put you behind the wheel of this 1960 Lancia Appia (sorry, the ad got pulled from Craigslist, so we have to use a screenshot), which was once owned by Fabio! You think some of Mr. Bodice Ripper's charismatic glow will rub off on you from this car? Sure thing! Of course, before that can happen, you'll need to get it running. The seller doesn't mention the running condition (or lack thereof) in the description, but "needs restoration" is generally accepted as Craigslist-ese for "nothing works." Don't worry about finding parts for your new Lancia, however, because the seller claims "Car is complete and no missing parts." Easy!

Maybe Fabio is a little too wholesome for you, what with his romance-novel faux-bad-boy image and all, and you want your famous car to be something notorious. You ain't getting Bonnie and Clyde's Ford V8, but how about a car that figured as the centerpiece in a squalid B-list divorce nightmare, culminating in allegations of abduction and rape and- naturally- leading to the publication of a documentary, a book, and a reality TV show? That's what you get with the Star Crazy Volvo 244, which figured prominently in Pauley Perrette's legal battles with- we ain't making this up- Coyote Shivers. You'll need to go to this site to get Mr. Shivers' side of the story, or you could just watch his statement below:



It's pretty much a run-of-the-mill '84 Volvo 244, with no mention of running condition or anything else, but it's priced at just 400 bucks with no reserve. Are you thinking 24 Hours Of LeMons V8 Volvo? You should be!

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Fri, 03 Oct 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5058810&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Post-Apocalyptic Cult Leader Ride Edition: Rolls-Royce or Bentley? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Last time we stepped into the garage in which the gentleman with the pitchfork conducts his business, the choice had to be made between two 1973 PCH Superpower machines, one Italian and one British. Only one car can win, and this time Italy triumphs, with the $2,500 Pantera beating the Lotus Elite, with 70% of the votes. Today we're going with a topic that's been on everyone's mind lately: what will you drive after the Fianciapocalypse? The vehicular options readers suggested were sound, but, in my opinion, the best way to ride out hard times is to become the unquestioned leader of a powerful religio-militaro-pharmaceutical cult, complete with desert compound and "soldiers" on dune buggies… and for that, you must drive a car whose mere presence shouts "Warlord Prophet approaching!" For that, only vintage British luxury will do, and you're in luck: here in the early stages of the Downward Spiral-O-Civilization™, you can get great deals on Rolls-Royces and Bentleys!


Why did Bhagwan Rajneesh have a fleet of 93 Rolls-Royces? I'll tell you why- the Rolls-Royce is the cult leader car! Look at David Koresh; much as we approve of the idea of a '69 Camaro sporting gold-plated valve covers embossed with "GO GO GOD 427," we all know things didn't work out so well for Mr. Koresh; anyway, you'd find rival cult leaders siphoning away your followers if you rolled in a lowly Chevy. Yes, when the rocks are melting and the hordes of hunger-maddened refugees flee the burning cities in search of canned goods and possum innards, you'll need unquestioning obedience from your holy warriors if you expect to live in luxury with your harem and treasure room… and that means you'd better get that Rolls now, while you can still find parts! We suggest this 1964 Rolls-Royce limousine, which is already located in a desert region suitable for your Holy Fortress and comes with a price tag of just $3,500. It needs an engine, which gives you the opportunity to install a big diesel powerplant. Why diesel? Well, that way you'll be able to fuel it on the fat rendered from the corpses of your rivals, which makes an impressive statement in addition to being an eco-friendly solution to cadaver disposal.

In the post-postmodern post-apocalyptic world, don't you think that the old rules for cult leaders might be irrelevant? The irony-steeped young men and women who will form your warrior brigades might well snort in derision at a Rolls-Royce, and then you'd have a big discipline problem just as the Kalashnikov-toting legions from the Beelzebub's Bastards gang roll up to your compound and start catapulting the corpses of cholera victims over the walls. You don't need that hassle, do you? But, as the all-powerful Top Honcho For Life, you still need British luxury, which is why this '56 Bentley S-1 is the car for you. As with the Rolls, its engine is trouble-free- in fact, the car is engine-free- so you'll have that much less work to do when it comes time to install that human-flesh-burning diesel. The car's description includes the cryptic statement "It is indoors so weather and darkness will not be an issue," which could form the basis of your soon-to-be-legendary "Weather And Darkness Will Not Be An Issue" speech, the one that inspires your army to bring you back a record-breaking number of trophy heads, a few dozen of which you'll be able to display on the cast-iron spikes you can mount on this car's bodywork for just that purpose.

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Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5058220&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Saturday Night Massacre Edition: 1973 De Tomaso Pantera or 1973 Lotus Elite? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! 1973 was quite a memorable year; engine compression ratios were down as US emissions laws sprouted some sharp claws, the Arabs got so pissed about their ass-whooping in the Yom Kippur war that they cut off the oil, and Richard Nixon was forced to fire Watergate prosecutor Archibald Cox in the Saturday Night Massacre, in order to save the country from those pinko traitors who would see a Viet Cong flag flying over the White House and celebrate their victory by dumping a megaton of pure LSD in the nation's water supply! Yes, that was a simpler time, a happier bygone era captured in little square Instamatic photographs; think about that next time you're hearing those oldies wheezing out of the speakers at a car show and some grumpy old guy sitting on an ice chest next to his numbers-matching '74 Charger gripes about how much better things were back then.


First, let's hear what Tricky Dick had to say to those communists in the media who wanted nothing less than total emasculation of the Executive Branch of the United States government. You see, he canned Cox for selfless reasons, yet once again the press was out to get him!


It would have taken a miracle for Nixon to survive impeachment, which is the reason he resigned. Unlike Nixon, however, you won't have the option of resigning from your Pantera project, not when you've managed to buy the car for the once-in-a-lifetime low price of just $2,500. Got your attention now? That's right, this 1973 'Lamborghini' Pantera (go here if the ad disappears), complete with genuine "Clevlander" 351 engine, is sitting there in North Jersey with a 25-Benjamin price tag! The seller states that it's in "Good Shape just rusted," which is much like saying that the reputation of the United States Presidency is in good shape, other than some Watergate damage. The buyer hardly needs to mention that it doesn't run, but he wants to make that fact perfectly clear. The interior is "in tact," though, which makes the project a bit easier, and Ford Cleveland parts are no sweat to find. If you're thinking of just making it run and then enjoying the glory of driving the meanest-looking rustmobile in your town, think again: the Pantera's monocoque construction means that rust anywhere on the body will probably lead to catastrophic structural failure at high speed. But so what? 2,500 bucks!

Panteras are cool, and there's no denying that they're pretty quick, but the Vince Neil stigma is pretty tough to scrub away. And what if you'd prefer a precise, road-gripping machine to a fire-and-brimstone pushrod V8-powered testosterone monster? Well, also available in 1973 was the Lotus Elite, which- thanks to fiberglass monocoque construction and Lotus' famed suspension engineering- weighed about 17 pounds and grabbed the pavement the way the goddamned Ho Chi Minh-loving press sank its fangs into Richard Milhous Nixon and wouldn't let go! That's right, you'll go all Woodward and Bernstein on your favorite twisty mountain road once you get this '73 Lotus Elite (go here if the ad disappears) back into running condition. Actually, it might already be in running condition, but the seller was too busy slamming a huge fist onto the CAPS LOCK key to type out that inconsequential tidbit, though he or she does state that it "NEEDS RESTORATION." All the photographs are from similar angles, so we can't tell you much about the condition other than the obvious missing front body components, and we also can't tell you how many miles are on the clock; if it really has racked up "5000 K" miles, we're looking at a five million mile British car here, which could mean it's the highest-mileage car in the world (though to achieve that figure it would need to have maintained an average speed of a just under 17 MPH the entire time since it was built). Hey, maybe it's really a super-cherry 5,000-mile car, and all for just $3,400. You can't lose!

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Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:00:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5056980&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Project Car Hell, Because You Can Edition: 1940 Ford Camper or Rabbit Limo? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! In yesterday's Alphabet Soup Edition Choose Your Eternity challenge, the TVR went all GBH on the NSU in the poll, sending us scurrying to the nearest W.A.S.T.E. mailbox to inform our friends in San Narciso that PCH Superpower Britain has once again triumphed over Germany. Today we're going to contemplate a pair of projects that will provide years of entertaining debate with your local Homeowners' Association, while remaining totally ridiculous practical.


Motorhomes are great, as we've seen before, and when you own one you'll be able to live in comfort as you travel to such events as the Superfund Site Cook-Off™ and the Artillery-R-Us Unexploded Munitions Scavenger Hunt™. But why drive some boring ol' Winnebago or haul a jackknifey trailer, listening to the gurgling sound of your cash being swilled by that great big engine's insatiable thirst? What you need is a camper with vintage style and a modern fuel-efficient powerplant- something along the lines of this '40 Ford with integrated Bolar trailer and Pontiac 4-cylinder engine! Yes, that's a front-wheel-drive Pontiac engine/transaxle, which we're assuming came out of an early-80s Phoenix, and that setup gives this travelin' machine a claimed 27 miles per gallon! Sure, you might have a tough time climbing up hills or even driving into the wind, given that the first iterations of the ol' Iron Duke put out 86 horsepower, but this vehicle sleeps four and boasts a full kitchen. The bodywork looks to have been performed with a minimum of duct tape and/or pop rivets, so perhaps there will be no nasty surprises as you prepare to fix the paint job. The description is a bit vague about the running condition, especially the part about the "friend that has a pretty low mileage engine in a car 2 years newer that has full injection with all the extras he stored this for me so when i came back from china i was going to fix it," but you'll sort that out after the purchase. Thanks to 42FordTrucks for the tip!

A custom motorhome would be fun, but what if you need something that will really turn heads at Spirochete Spiro's Strip Club? The Spirochete dancers probably won't want to climb into that '40, no matter how many Hawaiian Punch-and-Everclear Sno-Cones you buy for them. No, you need a limo for that, and we don't mean your everyday boring Town Car. We mean a limo more like this stretched 1980 VW Rabbit! This is no backyard conversion; the seller swears it was"Professionally stretched when new," and some of the rusty body panels have been replaced. A metal shop made the floors, and a "roof panel from an 84 Jetta GLI welded in with a sunroof" is more or less firmly affixed on top. There's no fuel tank and thus no way to drive it, but the seller states "It did run and drive great prior," though worrywarts might wring their hands over the lack of any mention of how long it's been since it ran. With an automatic transmission, it might be on the pokey side, but limos aren't about going fast! Thanks to YotaLoLux for the tip.

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Thu, 25 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5054929&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Project Car Hell, Alphabet Soup Edition: TVR or NSU? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Last time around, we saw the Chevy-powered RX-7 beat the Nissan-powered Corona in the race to the Lake Of Fire, according to the results of the Choose Your Eternity poll. Before you've slipped beneath the sulf'rous waves in your vintage Japanese machine, however, you might want to check out the acronymic torment fun to be had with today's choices. We can thank- if that's the right word- our latest PCH Tipster T-shirt recipient, Thunder, for those choices (and today's title).


When we think about NSU Hell, we usually think about the NSU Wankel Spider, the first production vehicle to boast a kinda-functional Wankel engine. However, NSU made piston-engined machines as well, and you could be the first in your city, state, and maybe time zone to have one! Where on earth could you possibly find one for your next project, you ask? On eBay, of course, where a '67 NSU Type 110 awaits you! The seller claims there's not much rust, though you will find "a number of dents." The engine doesn't work, but you get a whole bunch of parts- hey, with 15 pistons to choose from, you should be able to find one good set, right? No title, car rolls "with some friction." Easy!

That NSU would be a hoot, but say you're looking for something with more dangerous spirited performance? It wouldn't be right to swap out the NSU's original engine, but what if you had a British sports car with the not-at-all-rare Ford Cologne V6? Nobody would shed any tears if you ditched that engine for something with way too much a bit more power, we're pretty sure. So here's whatcha do: Buy this 1985 TVR 280i for $2,500, then whip out the tape measure and get the biggest V8 you can almost fit under the hood. The interior is "original and complete," but others might choose different words (such as "rough" or "beat") to describe it. The windshield is cracked, but a few phone calls to Britain and a few bucks for international oversized fragile shipping will solve that problem.

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Wed, 24 Sep 2008 17:40:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5054368&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Budget Engine Swap Edition: Chevy V8 RX-7 or Nissan V6 Corona? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Last time around, we saw the beat-to-hell Dodge Colt Turbo take the win over the totally trashed Chevy Sprint Turbo in the Choose Your Eternity poll. That's great, but what if you want a cheap Japanese car that doesn't rely on turbocharging to give you the power needed to set your town's all-time record for Exhibition Of Speed tickets issued in a single week? You'll need to go the engine swap route, of course, and everyone knows the best way to do an engine swap is to take on someone else's partly-finished project! See, that way someone else screws up performs the dirty, sweaty part of obtaining the engine and getting it into the recipient car's engine compartment, leaving only thousands of a few maddeningly difficult easy tasks remaining to complete the job.


Putting a Detroit pushrod V8 into a Mazda RX-7 is a pretty common swap, and there are some really nice ones out there. Sure, the new engine weighs about 16 tons more than the original rotary did, but it also makes approximately 16,000 times as much torque. The Ford small-block is the preferred engine for such swaps, since it's smaller and lighter than its Chevy and Chrysler counterparts, but sometimes you see such a great deal on a used engine that you have no choice but to buy it. We're pretty sure that's what happened with this '87 Mazda RX-7 (go here if the ad disappears), which has a Chevy L98 engine and 700R4 already installed. All you need to do is get a radiator and driveshaft and, you know, a few other minor details. Should be easy! You get a Painless wiring harness (though we see what looks like painful clusters of sliced wires a-dangling) and an "ECU for 350," and the whole deal is a mere two grand!Thanks to Radiohound for the tip.

An L98 RX-7 would be pretty quick, but wouldn't you prefer to go vintage if you're going to drive an engine-upgraded Japanese car? We couldn't find a Toyopet with Cadillac 500 engine, but how about a late-60s Corona with a lightweight, high-revving Nissan V6? Not only that, how about one for less than half the price of the V8 RX-7? It seems hard to believe, but this 1968 Toyota Corona with Nissan 3.0 V6 engine (go here if the ad disappears) is priced at only $900. Not even four figures! We don't want to hear any complaints about the seller neglecting to identify what kind of 3.0 liter Nissan V6 engine got dropped into this car, not at that bargain-basement price! You get a harness (which may be from the donor car) and some "JDM headers," and the seller- apparently not believing that the car's photographs tell the whole story- adds "Project Car needs to be finished." Is there a transmission or driveshaft? We don't know. Was the engine known to be running before it was torn out by the roots and wedged into the Corona's engine compartment? Maybe. Come on, it's cheap! Thanks to LTDScott for the tip.

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Tue, 23 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5053443&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Rebadged Japanese Turbo Edition: Chevrolet Sprint Turbo or Dodge Colt Turbo? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Once we gave Germany a second chance against PCH Superpower Italy, they pulled off the upset- that's right, the Mercedes-Benz 600 Pullman (just barely) beat the Lamborghini Urraco in yesterday's Choose Your Eternity poll! But what about the Japanese? They totally get shortchanged in Project Car Hell, what with their cars' excessive reliability and ease of parts obtainment. Well, how about a couple of bargain-priced subcompacts from Japan, equipped with Detroit badges and jittery, hoon-friendly turbocharged engines? You know every last one of these cars has spent most of its career at shrieking, valve-floating revs with some kid's sneaker mashing the gas pedal to the floor (while operating a four-foot bong and working the gearshift at the same time), all the while getting zero maintenance and running on the very cheapest Stop-N-Rob gasoline.


Before there was the Geo Metro, there was the Chevrolet Sprint, the original rebadged Suzuki Swift. In the mid-80s, The General figured some pinko subversive types weren't getting the news about cheap gas, preferring small turbocharged engines to great big pushrod V8s. When Plan A (having such traitors shipped off to work extracting neptunium from heaps of uranium ore tailings in the Aleutian Islands) didn't pan out, GM figured they'd sacrifice their principles and go with Plan B: Turbo Sprint! Yes, a 1.0 liter 3-cylinder engine with intercooled turbocharger setup. 73 horsepower didn't sound like much, but we're talking about a car that weighed just 1,488 pounds here. Sadly, just about all the Turbo Sprints were crashed or blown up, and they're just about impossible to find these days. But hold on- we've managed to scare up this 1987 Chevy Sprint Turbo for you, priced below a thousand bucks! Does it run? Well, it almost runs; the seller states "thing a rod bearing broke, which was causeing the car to barely run," though there's also the chance that "the clutch may have took a dump." Either way, the seller has already made progress on the repairs, by taking a bunch of stuff apart and obtaining a (non-turbo) junkyard engine; not only that, he or she has added some kickass performance mods, ensuring that this Sprint will never pass a smog test again blow the doors off everything else on the street.

Three cylinders? That just seems… wrong. You're even willing to pay more for that extra piston, but you'll be pleasantly surprised to find that you can get yourself a turbocharged, four-cylinder, badge-engineered Japanese subcompact for even cheaper than the Sprint. Really! Head on out to Reno, shoot a man just to watch him die, then proceed a few more klicks to Sparks, where you'll find this 1984 Dodge Colt GTS Turbo (go here if the ad disappears) for only 750 bucks. It's got the Twin Stick overdrive transmission, giving you eight forward gears to play with (well, if you can get it unstuck from Sport Mode) and 102 horses to haul its 1,880 pounds (the seller says those numbers are really 110 horses and 1700 pounds, so maybe I'm looking in the wrong reference books here). The clutch is dying, the tires are bad, the CV joints are hosed, and the list goes on and on… but who cares? This thing has the potential to make you King (or Queen) Of The Hoons! Add more boost, fix all the broken stuff, then add some more boost, and watch the Turbo Sprints disappear from your rearview!

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Fri, 19 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5052117&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, You Bought WHAT? Edition: Mercedes-Benz 600 Pullman or Lamborghini Urraco? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Yesterday we saw more evidence of what happens when a German car takes on PCH Superpower Italy in a Choose Your Eternity challenge: a 68-32 drubbing of the BMW by the Ferrari. Going up against a Superpower is no picnic, but we're going to give Germany another shot at a stunning upset today. Who will triumph, the Benz or the Lambo? Which one do you want more? Which one scares you more? Mix those two factors together and you'll know what to do!


The Mercedes-Benz 600 may well be the ultimate vintage German land yacht; the list of 600 owners includes such luminaries as Idi Amin, Pol Pot, Leonid Brezhnev, and John Lennon. In 1972, the four-door Pullman 600 listed at $37,928, or about $199,000 in 2008 dollars… but why limit yourself to a proletarian four doors? You're a high roller! A whale! Your entourage is so big (and so heavily armed) that only six doors will do, and we've found just what you need: this 1972 Mercedes-Benz 600 Pullman six-door limousine, priced so low that you'll still have enough cash left to stock it with champagne and Eastern European prostitutes. We may not even be justified in calling an easy restoration like this a project- after all, the seller claims it's 100% complete (though those parts that are "off the car" may have wandered off during its 15 years of storage). Whoa, did we say "15 years of storage?" Sure, sure, you might have to fiddle with the hydraulic system for decades a day or two, since everything on the car is hydraulically operated- including the windows and doors- and the seals have definitely could have gone bad while the car sat waiting for you to come rescue it. The engine is a smaller version of the famous 6.9 V8, which means you'll have the opportunity to turn large amounts of cash into engine parts from Germany… but hey, there's no way in hell maybe the engine will fire right up!

While the 600 is pretty fast- in the same way that a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier is "pretty fast"- it's not quite what you'd call a sporty car. Let's say you want a project that will be lots of fun on twisty roads after you by some miracle get it fixed up? Something with a high-strung small-displacement V8 and that legendary Italian shoddy build quality passion we all love so much? That's right- we're talking about this 1975 Lamborghini Urraco, which is priced at a very un-Lambo-esque $26,500. We know, there are some who say the Urraco isn't a "real" Lamborghini, but they're the same ones who say herpes isn't a "real" STD," so pay 'em no mind! Now, this here Urraco seems pretty solid; the owner claims it's "WITHOUT ANY RUST, MOTOR SOUNDS EXCELLENT," and the only problem seems to be a bad clutch. You think anything else might be wrong? We don't! Put in a new clutch and get ready for years of trouble-free daily driving, we say!

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Thu, 18 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5051896&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Mysterious Factory Racer Edition: Ferrari 360 Challenge or BMW E46 M3? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Yesterday, a majority of you felt that the Porsche 928 would be a better LeMons car than the Lexus LS400, citing the alleged reliability of the big Toyota as a factor in the decision. Would a car designed to haul well-to-do realtors in utter comfort be reliable after a few hours of full-throttle hoonage, bashing into tire walls and other cars, even with Japanese engineering on its side? Only one way to answer that question! But maybe we should forget about homemade race cars for a moment and talk about factory race cars. Who hasn't toyed with the idea of waving the Magic Wand Of Legality over a factory race machine- say, one with an absurdly cheap price tag- and making it into a profoundly satisfying daily driver? How hard could it be?


You like the Ferrari 360, but you say it's just not extreme enough for you? Well, then you're an obvious candidate for the 360 Challenge, the stripped-down, race-only version of the 360 Modena, and we think you have what it takes to convince the bureaucrats in your state that it deserves street-legal status. Before you can do that, however, you need to find one that you can afford (hey, all those lawyers ain't gonna be cheap), so we've found you this one for a paltry $40,000. No doubt you're having a hard time accepting that a genuine Ferrari 360 Challenge can be purchased for that kind of small-time cash, but it's for real. You see, it needs some work. Tell the truth, it's been in a bit of a fender-bender… or maybe a more accurate term would be chassis-bender. You know how most Ferraris come with an exhaustively documented history? How boring! Not so in this case, though; the seller states "I really can not tell you alot about this car,I do not know how it was wrecked,I do not know how many miles or hours are on this car." It appears that the engine was spared during the crash- though perhaps it was one of those throw-rod-then-hit-wall incidents- and the seller adds that he or she "was told engine was recently overhauled by ferrari of new england but i do not have the paperwork at this time." So there ya go- blurry photos, information-free description, no title, all on a hideously mangled somewhat battered factory race car. We like it!

Ferrari, Italy, Pininfarina… blah, blah, blah. Don't your eyes sort of glaze over when Italian-car geeks go droning on about "soul" and "passion" and all that noise? You want precision in your factory race car. Science! Naturally, that means you must start shopping for a BMW… but where could you possibly find one with a description as maddeningly vague as the Ferrari Challenge we just contemplated? Impossible! The bar has been set too high! Put your monocle back on, Helmut, because we've managed to find this BMW E46 M3 (go here if the ad disappears) for the steal-it-today price of 36 grand. The listing for this car- that is, if "car" is the right word in this case- is a genuine Craigslist masterpiece; we can't even figure out quite what's being sold here. The "factory built roll cage is up for sale," but there's also the "rolling chassis is as is in photos shown below." The photographs muddle more than they enlighten; we've got two blurred shots of what appear to be shipping labels, one shot of a car that appears to be a chassis that rolls only on pallet jack wheels, and one shot of a vehicle- perhaps the same one- surrounded by packing materials. Do you get a suspension? Does the cage come with the deal? How about ownership paperwork? We're pretty sure there's no engine involved, so you can go ahead and start building up a wild Bavarian six-banger now; we know you'll leap all the other hurdles as they come.

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Wed, 17 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5051251&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, V8 Imports You Should Totally Run At LeMons Edition: Porsche 928 or Lexus LS400? ]]> Not very shockingly, the Mercedes-Benz 450SEL beat up on the Pontiac Bonneville in our 6.9 Liters Of Misery Choose Your Eternity poll on Friday, no doubt because voters were counting camshafts or dollars in the original purchase price or something. Today we're going to have the traditional post-24 Hours Of LeMons PCH, only instead of letting you choose between the cars that finished #1 and #2 (in this case, a Supra and a Jetta) we're going to choose between two cars we really, really want to see someone bring to a LeMons race. They were expensive when new, featured sophisticated DOHC V8s and rear-wheel-drive, and came equipped with dizzyingly complicated electronics and plush luxury gear… yet it's possible to pick either one up for a LeMons-friendly price today!


We've seen the Porsche 928 in the Hell Garage before; in fact, we've had more 928s here than any other car! Why is that, you ask? They were insanely expensive, insanely hard to fix, and insanely (for their time) fast, and non-perfect ones are available for the same insanely low price as a 15-year-old Corolla, that's why! It goes without saying that everyone associated with the 24 Hours of LeMons race is praying for a 928 to show up, because it may well be the perfect car for that race: looks like a great race car on paper, glowing with cocaine-dealer aura, and 99.999% likely to disintegrate on the track. Now, we've never seen a running one for 500 bucks, but any 928 should contain sufficient eBay-able components to make cars in the $1000-$1500 price range fit the LeMons budget. We've found this '78 928 (go here if the ad disappears) located in Southern California- just in time for the Arse Freeze-A-Palooza race in December! The seller says he "was told by my mechanic that all it need to start running was a new fuel pump," so there ya go! It should fire right up once you rig up a junkyard pump out of a 280ZX (we're pretty sure a Porsche pump sells for $11,987 and requires 26 weeks ship time). And look at how nice it is- you're sure to find a gold mine of parts to sell!

Why don't racers ever run big rear-drive Japanese luxury cars at the 24 Hours of LeMons? Japanese cars are reliable, right? Forget about those head-gasket-popping Integras and CRXs, those breadstick-strength control arms of the RX-7s, and the beercan-grade construction of the FX16 Corollas! Instead, slide behind the wheel of an early-90s Mazda 929, Infiniti Q45, or Lexus LS400 and enjoy repeated breakdowns certain victory at Thunderhill while showing your sense of style and class. Can you really get such a fine automobile for a LeMons-appropriate price? That's like asking "Do Yakuza hit men have tattoos?" Of course you can! Why, I was able to find this '91 Lexus LS400 (go here if the ad disappears) after just a couple of minutes searching California Craigslist ads. The seller wants 800 bucks, but that ain't gonna happen, not with that crumpled sheetmetal and 190K miles on the clock; between the $600 you'll pay for it and the $400 worth of stuff you'll sell on eBay, this car might as well have "THUNDERHILL EXPRESS" painted on it right now. You'll get a 256-horse V8 (more than the Crown Vics that did so well in Toledo) and a weight you'll be able to get below 3,000 pounds once you rip out all the luxury crap, giving you the kind of performance that will have racers in lesser cars loaning you tools in the pits pounding their steering wheels with rage as you roar past. Oh sure, so-called veteran racers might point out that non-Detroit automatic transmissions- particularly those with nearly 200,000 miles on them- usually blow up in endurance races, and maybe you'll cut a crucial engine-control wire or two as you gut the interior, and the LS400's vast bulk might win it a date with the People's Curse excavator after you punt a few subcompacts into the tire barriers, but winners don't dwell on the negative!

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Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5050690&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, 6.9 Liters Of Misery Edition: 1977 Mercedes-Benz 450SEL or 1966 Pontiac Catalina? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! The spirit of the Madman couldn't push the '53 Muntz Jet over the 16 Peugeots in yesterday's Choose Your Eternity challenge, although the Jet did give the Instant French Junkyard a good run for their money. Today we're going with a new concept: two very different cars with very similar engine displacements. Yes, it's Detroit versus Stuttgart, with the super-sophisticated 6.9 V8 taking on the blunt-instrument 421 V8.


It's always fun to have a Jalopnik Fantasy Garage inhabitant in Project Car Hell, and JFG-meister Loverman himself gets the blame credit for sending in this tip. Would you believe just 1,200 bucks for this '77 Mercedes-Benz 450SEL 6.9 (go here if the ad disappears)? No, we haven't been huffing starter fluid again- that's the for-real price. Yes, a car that sold for the equivalent of $143,000 (in 2008 dollars) when new is now available for less than one percent of that amount! Does it run? What kind of question is that? Of course it… well, fine, you got us there; the seller states "Not running at this time but car complete," which we're interpreting as "Something really terrible went wrong 15 years ago but nothing has fallen off the car since then." Does the ungodly complicated hydraulic suspension work? How about that 250-horse SOHC V8- are there rods hanging out the side of the block? We can't tell you, but it can't be that hard to get this car back on the road, right?

What's this liters business? Forget about overhead cams, aluminum blocks, and fuel injection- the American Dream is powered by pushrods, cast iron, and carburetors. Multiple carburetors, like the ones that the Pontiac 421 Super Duty had back in the mid-60s. 6.9 liters is just about exactly the same volume as 421 cubic inches, but the 250 horsepower of the Mercedes-Benz 6.9 was dwarfed by the 405 horses you got with the craziest Super Duty 421; sure, a lot of that difference is gross-versus-net measurements, and the 421 belched out approximately 400,000 times more hydrocarbons, carbon monoxide, and probably Iodine-131 than did the 6.9, but you'll need to make the engine run before you can worry about that stuff. Given how easy it is to find Pontiac V8 parts these days, we figure getting the 421 in this '66 Pontiac Catalina 2+2 going again should be way easier than fixing the cheese-grater like rust minor corrosion on its body. You'll need to ditch the automatic and put in a 4-speed- and you whiners who want to complain about "destroying the originality" of the car can go away now- and then you'll need to get the Tri-Power carburetors, and about a million bucks worth of some interior components, and… well, you get the idea- the big Pontiacs don't have quite the aftermarket support you get with Firebirds and GTOs, but you'll be able to laugh at those dime-a-dozen musclecars as you rumble down the boulevard in your Catalina

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Fri, 12 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5048843&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Sochaux Versus LA Edition: Madman Muntz Jet or 16 Diesel Peugeots? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! We had a couple of 2-fer-1 Hell Project deals go toe-to-toe on Monday, and the Nash/Hudson combo triumphed over the pair of '57 Cadillacs by a 2-to-1 margin in the poll. Aren't multiple-car projects fun? Sure they are! And what's more fun than two projects dripping oil in your yard? Sixteen projects, of course… unless you're the type who prefers the challenge of a single project with no possibility of parts obtainment to the "instant junkyard" approach. That's the choice we're giving you today!


Madman Muntz was a genuine American legend, and he didn't just sell cars, car stereos, and TVs- he manufactured cars, car stereos, and TVs! His car was the Muntz Jet, a Cadillac V8-powered, heavily-modified Kurtis Kraft Sport, and it was quite the performer for its era. Only about 400 Muntz Jets were ever built, so you're probably wiping away a tear at the thought that you'll never own one. Dry your eyes, pal, because Thunder has found this 1953 Muntz Jet… and not just any Muntz Jet- this one bears The Madman's Stereo-Pak sponsorship lettering! It's rusty. Stuff is missing. The engine looks very bad. Replacement parts are made of Unobtanium-237. But someday you'll emerge from the sulfurous haze of your garage behind the wheel of your roaring Muntz Jet, proving all your doubters wrong (well, those who didn't live to age 90, as you'll need to do in order to finish this project).

You know what's wrong with the Muntz Jet as a Hell Project? It's not at all French! There's no hell like French Car Hell, and the best way to get serious about French Car Hell is to horrify your neighbors with the sudden appearance of a bunch of Peugeot basket cases diamonds-in-rough lined up in your driveway, front yard, and all available street parking in the neighborhood. How many Peugeots? We're talking 15 Peugeot 504s and a Peugeot 505 (go here if the ad disappears), and you can take 'em all home for just $4,800! They're all diesels, they all run, and they all have titles. Oh, sure, "the tires are bad and the brakes are mushy on some," but the seller has "alot of spare parts" (which may or may not be included in the deal). Imagine the possibilities here- you could do 16 different crazy engine swaps, starting with a Cadillac 500 and ending with a Cummins M11! Or restore them all and have a fleet of Peugeots that will drag you down serve you faithfully for the rest of your life. Thanks to Jon for the tip!

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Wed, 10 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5048103&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, 57 Varieties Of Hell Edition: Two 1957 Cadillacs or 1957 Nash/Hudson Combo? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Last time around, the '69 AMC SC/Rambler grabbed a photo-finish 51-49 win over the '70 Chrysler 300 Hurst in the Choose Your Eternity poll. We're going to stick with good ol' American machinery today, but instead of picking one of two vintage musclecars, your choices will be 2-for-1 1957 package deals. These cars have been waiting for you for 51 years... waiting for a chance to ruin your life make you happier than you've ever been!


Did you look at the '57 Cadillac down on the Alameda street and think "Man, I'd love to get me one of those... but who's got that kind of cash these days?" You could buy a somewhat rough one, but then the cost of parts will keep you poor for years. Don't give up on those Caddy dreams so easily, we say, because we've found a project '57 that comes with a parts car (go here if the ad disappears). Tune out the squawks of those can't-do-ers and never-happen-ers trying to tell you that both of those Cads barely qualify for parts-car status, because: 600 bucks. Really! Just six Benjamins and 9,000 pounds of rust luxury automobile will be all yours! And hey, you stand to make a profit on this deal, according to the seller: "Enough parts to build a complete car, and sell the remaining Vintage Parts to pay for your project, and then some!" You can't lose! Thanks to Scout_II_4x4 in Iraq for the tip!

A '57 Cadillac is a great car... if you're Vito Genovese, heading to the Apalachin Meeting, that is. If you're not a mob boss, however, you might consider heading to Kenosha for your 1957 project. Nash and Hudson joined to form AMC back in '54, so by purchasing this 1957 Nash/1957 Hudson combo (go here if the ad disappears), you'd be able to laugh at those noob Marlin owners who think they've got old AMCs. The seller doesn't think you need to know what models he's selling, but the cars appear to be a Nash Ambassador and a Hudson Hornet sedan. Since both are based on the same platform, you probably won't should be able to swap parts from one to the other with abandon. Just pick the nicest one and get busy! You get two AMC 327 V8s (one conveniently located in the trunk) and both cars are "pretty straight," with the interiors allegedly in good condition. Did we say you could use one as a parts car? Forget that- fix 'em both!

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Mon, 08 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5046515&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Murilee's Dream Musclecars Edition: 1969 AMC SC/Rambler or 1970 Chrysler 300 Hurst? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! The air-conditioned Renault 12 won handily over the Peugeot 504 in yesterday's Choose Your Eternity poll. We're going to take a break from PCH Superpowers- don't worry, you'll see more of France, Britain, and Italy soon enough- and head on back to Detroit. Well, Detroit and Kenosha, because we're going to look at a pair of cars that definitely tempt me into making a soul-for-pink-slip deal. Yes, sick and wrong as it may be, my favorite cars from the Golden Age Of The Musclecar are the '69 AMC SC/Rambler and the '70 Chrysler 300 Hurst, which means I've been keeping an eye open for deals… and they're out there!


AMC already had the AMX in 1969, and a fine car it was. But back then, real musclecars were based on midsize or compact sedans, and they had back seats and proper trunks; the two-seater AMX did fine on the race track, but left something to be desired when it came to real-world usage. But wait- what about the Rambler Rogue? 2,296 pounds and room for a V8 under the hood; just grab a 315 horsepower 390 off the shelf, add 4-speed, "Twin-Grip" differential, and a crazy paint job and you've got the SC/Rambler! They ran low-14-second quarter-miles on crappy 60s street tires, which was damn good back then… but it also means that just about every one of the 1,512 built was blown up, wrecked, or otherwise hooned into nothingness. Hold on to your red-white-and-blue hats, though, because we've found this '69 SC/Rambler, currently bid up to a sub-$7,000 price. We can't say what the reserve might be, but we can tell you for sure that there's rust. Plenty of rust, but check it out: the seller says the floor and trunk pans are good! The seller says it's all original and authentic, though the original owners are still "looking for the original bill of sale" and the engine is described as "correct" rather than "original." Most likely, however, it's for real, since the clone market for these machines has never been anything like what you see for Chrysler E-bodies and GM A-bodies.

That Rambler would be lots of fun at the vintage drag races, no doubt about it, but say you're more into fast mobster cars than you are into 60s quarter-milers? Something with a great big dinosaur-juice-swilling big-block under a hood the size of the stage in your most profitable strip club? Yes, we're talking about the 1970 Chrysler 300 Hurst here. 4,125 pounds, 375 horsepower, a fiberglass hood with a (sadly, nonfunctional) scoop, and a crazy two-tone paint job. The only thing wrong with the 300 Hurst was the appalling lack of a manual transmission, so if I ever get one I'll be willing to brave the wrath of the purists by installing a 4-speed. They only made 485 300 Hursts, and the low-single-digit gas mileage probably sent most of them to The Crusher during the 70s… but it's still possible to buy one! Oh sure, you could shell out 34 grand for C. Van Tune's 300H, but where's the hell there? No, all you need is a mere $4,500- or maybe even less- and you can buy this one! The seller doesn't give much description, other than "440 tnt needs resto," but you can count on quite a long and often tortuous journey to get this thing in proper shape. The good news is that your '70 Chrysler C-body parts are ridiculously easy to find, as are the correct hot-rod 440 engine parts… but the bad news: 485 300 Hursts made, meaning the special 300H-only bits will definitely might have to be fabricated from scratch.

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Thu, 04 Sep 2008 17:20:00 EDT Murilee Martin http://jalopnik.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5045261&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ PCH, Who's Afraid Of Cheap French Cars Edition: Peugeot 504 or Renault 12? ]]> Welcome to Project Car Hell, where you choose your eternity by selecting the project that's the coolest... and the most hellish! Yesterday we learned that 58% of Jalopnik readers prefer a Cadillac Allanté to a Chrysler TC By Maseratii, and we'd love to keep the run of crypto-Italian cars going. However, we're taking a break from PCH Superpower Italy to return to our old Hell Project friends, the French. You can talk all day about getting a Matra or an Alpine, but some of you seem to think your small project budget keeps you safe from a French invasion of your garage. Doesn't it? Au contraire! We've found a pair of French cars you can get for the price of an '86 Nissan Sentra with a blown head gasket and bullet holes!


Yesterday, we heard 24 Hours of LeMons official TheEastBayKid say that what they really want to see in the race is more French cars! That makes total sense, and so of course I started looking for such a car around here. You can often find cheap Peugeot 505s, but they're not crazy enough… but then how could anyone bear to trash this Peugeot 504 (go here if the ad disappears) on the racetrack? This car needs to be turned into a meticulously restored daily driver, we say! It's "rough all over," according to the seller, and the "engine has the head of