I couldn’t help myself.
I decided to spend my lunch break standing in line with my fellow citizens at the auto licensing office. It was the last day of the month and, like everyone else, I procrastinated getting my tags renewed until the last day. Why do people do that, anyway? It didn’t change how much I had to pay, it just made it more of a hassle. On the other hand, I caught a glimpse of this sweet ride, and stopped to grab a few pictures for you.
Check it out.
Sitting under a tree near the U-Haul store sat this 1969 Plymouth Barracuda with a 340 and an automatic. It’s hard to tell without looking under the hood, but the wide rear tires tell me that 340 might be slightly warmed up. The side markers, and the handy vanity plate, identify this Barracuda as a 1969 model. A fun fact that I believe I have mentioned before: the front and rear bumpers on the second-generation Barracuda are identical, at least on the 1967’s. It certainly looks to be the case here, as well.
The light was weird this afternoon – overcast but bright – so this isn’t award-winning photography, but you can still most of the important bits. I’ve always like the Valiant-based ‘Cudas; they’re not too big, but still pack big punch (properly equipped, of course). It was hard for me to find much wrong with this car; the paint was great shape, there was no rust to speak of, the body was straight, and even though it’s an automatic, the interior looked like a fun place to sit. For forcing myself to be patient and polite in the line for my new tabs, the fates rewarded me with this classic machine.
What do you think of this Barracuda? Would you drive it?
[Photos Copyright 2013 Hooniverse/Marcal Eilenstein]