It’s a bit coals to Newcastle here at CC, but I’ve been shooting a lot of elk lately. Most of these are glossy, unlike next week’s hero Ranchero, but this fine black example pulls daily duties. Which includes hauling fridge.
Running a 348 and sitting on bags, it belongs to Garry – who has form with 1959 El Caminos.
That’s his other one, now gone.
The immaculate DB4GTZ tribute isn’t his, although he did do its interior trim.
But this is his.
Turns out I’d also caught Garry’s occasional driver curbside; this tastefully unappointed outlaw Austin Healey with a V8 straining the strap.
The next year’s was a bit more subdued, but still sweet. This cherry example cops an honourable mention for its Victorian plates, but it now lives in Tassie. It belongs to erstwhile CCorrespondent Gav.
For as long as I’ve known him and before, Gav has owned US metal. And a nice selection too. But getting him to write about them is like pulling teeth.
Not so crazy for the 64-67 next gen. Got a nice backdrop for this one though.
After a four year hiatus, the El Camino was moved down to the A-body Chevelle. I still can’t feel the love for these intermediates, mostly because the Bs were so darn handsome.
But I’m no churl. I’d rather see a second gen than most other things on the road right now.
This 1971 is more my style, but not quite there yet. Fuller c-pillar makes the world of difference for the profile.
More faceted rear treatment a definite improvement.
That front end is a really striking piece of sculpture.
This gen lasted from 1968 to 1972 and seemed to have the most facial differentiation for each year.
Here’s a 1970 for comparison. I do believe this SS to be the genuine article.
This point in the story marks the entrance of no less than four golden-hued El Caminos I have captured around Melbourne.
Number two, from the 1973-77 generation. An even faster profile with nice long doors.
The nicest arse of them all, IMhO. I could stare at that forever.
I’m still acclimatising to the face, though.
This example should really be filed under the Colonnades of Melbourne series, but sometimes I just say to myself: what the heck.
Next generation lasted from 1978 to 1987, with a midway refresh in 1982. This one’s from that later period.
As is this one.
Both Conquistas too. Go figure.
These used to be my favourite – clean crisp frontclip sheet metal with the better quadlamp face from the 82+ years. And because Dwight Yoakam as well.
I still love them, but the 73+ gen has captured my heart now. Without stacklights but.
Still, you have to hand it to the original.
This has to be one of the most extraordinary rear ends of the 20th century.