It’s the dream we all hope to have: we learn of a barn that hasn’t been opened in decades, and if we want whatever is inside, come get it. As you open the interior to fresh air for the first time since probably the Carter administration, you see that glint of color that screams “musclecar era”. The body shape comes into view and you start to get excited. Forty years on since muscle cars made the jump from used cars to blue-chip investments, you have managed to find one of the precious few that hasn’t been stripped, blasted down, and rebuilt better than the factory ever did, before selling at Barrett-Jackson for the cost of a decent house. You have a virgin canvas. Luck has smiled upon thee.
Or, if you’re Kevin and Angus, you have a clone covered in a half-inch of Barn Dirt™ and wind animal crap, complete with a sketchy past and an interior that smells of rat piss, hiding in a frozen barn in the wilds of Iowa surrounded by muddy fields. Cue that sad trombone noise from The Price Is Right.
The thing is, this cloned LeMans has more of a claim to honesty than your typical clone and is still something to be excited about. Kevin’s friend, Tom, can back the claim: the prior owner of this car did have a legit 1969 GTO Judge…which met it’s fate when a Mercury Park Lane drilled it in a T-bone accident. Next thing you know, a 1968 LeMans became a 1969 “GTO Judge”… including the deceased Judge’s engine, Rally Pack dash, doors, and wing. It’s not a real Judge, but it has the right parts.
We know Kevin has a thing for old Pontiac A-bodies…the last one he messed with had been flooded several times, was rotted to the core, and became a lifted, off-road style monster. What’s he going to do with the Arnold Palmer of Pontiac muscle? Hit play and find out!
