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Could This Long-Garaged 1974 De Tomaso Pantera Grab $47,500?

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Nice Price Or No DiceIs this used car a good deal? You decide!

How much does a car wash cost these days? It seems that it's too much for the seller of today's Nice Price or Crack Pipe Pantera. Of course if it weren't all dusty, you wouldn't know it was found in a barn... er, garage, or so says that same seller. Will that rare and dusty provenance make its price a regular barn burner?


One would guess that attempting to sell a car with the words Bar Room Slut painted on it wouldn't exactly be a piece of cake. You know what's even harder? Trying to sell yesterday's 1970 custom VW that not only carried the aforementioned ode to bad taste, but also the stank of '80s hookup desperation. That alone garnered it a 78% Crack Pipe loss while barely considering its fifty-five hundred asking.


Okay, enough with the shit, today let's have a candidate that's generally considered to be da-shit.

Alejandro de Tomaso's racing career proved to be kind of a bust. Born in Argentina he fled that country for Italy while in his late-twenties after allegedly participating in an attempt to overthrow the Argentinian president, Juan Perón.

Safely out of South America, de Tomaso raced in Formula One for a couple of years, with no success. He proved more successful in building cars, starting with purpose-built racers, and then - starting with the painfully beautiful Vallelunga - road cars with sporting pretensions.

Perhaps the most famous of de Tomaso's offspring is the Pantera, which was produced for more than 20 years and provided Ford - by way of Lincoln Mercury dealers - a righteous competitor to Chevy's home-grown sports car, the Corvette.


The Pantera was designed by an American, Tom Tjaarda while at Ghia, and the work is truly timeless; the Pantera looks just as badass today as it did upon its debut in 1970. Power was brought about by a Ford 351C and was laid down through a ZF 5-speed operated through a gated dog-leg shifter.

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This 1974 Pantera has 42,812 miles on the clock, and is said to have been squirreled away in somebody's garage. I'm guessing that's an important fact to the seller as the pics provided in the ad show the car dustier than a post-CSI crime scene, and with the warning that the tires are so decrepit that they can barely keep the car off the floor.

You'll have to consider the replacement of those meats into the calculation of the car's overall value, and those will be expensive. The seller notes that otherwise the car is complete and in decent - if dirty - shape. There's the claim of no rust nor body damage, and that the car is just as it was when it left the dealer.

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I'd take issue with that last bit as it does appear that someone at some point has cut a huge hole in the roof and plopped in a glass moonroof. There's also no sign of the fiberglass trunk liner in the pics nor description, but perhaps that's just laying around someplace. Such things do happen over time.


My wife's family used to have a Pantera of the same model year, and I was fortunate to have been thrown the keys on amore than one occasion. Okay, truth be told, they had to pry me out of it. These are a blast to drive, albeit pretty damn scary owing to the huge power - 330-plus ponies - and aerodynamics that tend to lift the nose precipitously at speed. Still, I highly recommend the cars.

The Pantera wasn't highly recommended for a long time, and in fact prices for the cars only recently - say within the past 10 years or so - have started to gain significant traction. Nice examples are now getting $60K to $75K or even more. It makes me wish my wife's family had hung on to theirs.


This one - owing to its garage/barn find condition - has an asking of $47,500. It's located in Blythe California, in the Inland Empire and the seller says he's willing to negotiate delivery because who the hell wants to go to Blythe now that it's been about 110-degrees there for a week.

What's your take on this long-garaged Pantera, and its $47,500 price? Does that make this an Italian stallion you might think worth corralling? Or, does that price make this a De Tomaso that's just de-pressing?


You decide!


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[note - check the pictures - there are shiny clean ones now!]
Angelo creaked a headlight open. Sun coming up again. He'd lost count of how long he'd been in the garage. He knew it had been years, felt the slight chill of winter and the baking heat of summer slowly cycle over the tin roof. He sometimes thought about the day he got backed into the garage — the day Carl's kids and grandkids had taken the keys from him. It was probably a good thing, too- that trash can could have been a kid on a bicycle. Carl's son - bless his heart - had ground his transmission finding reverse like the kid was an enthusiastic new waiter at a steakhouse and the transmission was a big pepper shaker. Angelo laughed at the memory and a little cloud of dust fell off of him.
He hadn't heard Carl for a few days now. That was strange - Carl usually walked past every day to gripe about the weather with Neighbor Bill. Once in a while Carl would talk about "selling that old devil car" but he never would.

Then it happened. Carl's son slid up the garage door. He was wearing a suit, the tie was loose, and his face looked funny. Jerry nodded. "Yeah," Jerry said. "Still here." The door slid down.

The next day, Jerry was back, in jeans and a T-shirt. He had his car and jumper cables. Angelo felt new life course through him as the contacts were made. His old Cleveland mill crackled and popped into life. The garage filled with blue smoke as his engine roared. Jerry unhooked the cables, moved his car, and then slowly pulled Angelo into the sun. There was a bucket and a hose. Angelo felt better than he had in years.

"It's time," Jerry said. "Time to get you to an owner who can use you."