Subsequent to the acquisition of land from France known as the Louisiana Purchase, President Thomas Jefferson commissioned an exploration of this new territory. The group, known as the Corps of Discovery, was under the command of Army Captain Meriwether Lewis and Second Lieutenant William Clark. This group embarked from Camp Dubois in what is now Illinois on May 14, 1804.
In this company of intrepid explorers was twenty-one year old Sergeant Charles Floyd. On August 20, 1804, Floyd died of what is now suspected to be a ruptured appendix. Floyd is buried in what is now Sioux City, Iowa, and was the only member of the expedition to pass away during their journeys.
So what exactly does the Lewis & Clark Expedition, along with Sergeant Floyd, have to do with finding a 1960 Chrysler New Yorker?
Everything. And, like Lewis and Clark, it took some exploring to catch it, having found it in two different states.
Yes, that is a Monte Carlo SS in the picture. I think it was from Texas.
We were making a family trip to Sioux City, Iowa. While my excitement level for the trip could most charitably be described as tepid, due to the reason for our going, I had been focussing on the brighter points of it. One of the brighter points was our making an extended pitstop in St. Joseph, Missouri, the town in which we had lived for five years and the first town our teenaged daughter called home.
A brief excursion while downtown was the Missouri Theatre, the place where our daughter had had her first dance recital at age three. As we were standing by the front door reminiscing, I threw out an age old bone to my wife about Miss Chrissy, our daughter’s ditzy dance teacher at the time. As my wife ran with it, providing some variation of her standard statement about that poor woman being so dumb due to her body being overwhelmed supporting her ponderously sized and prematurely saggy mammory glands and how this had terminally compromised the oxygen supply to her brain, I heard a burble that was obviously vintage and nothing any four or six-cylinder engine could ever mimic.
Looking up, I see our featured New Yorker. What a sight it was! Thankfully my daughter had her camera at the ready and she started peeling off shots in rapid succession.
Upon first seeing it, all I could tell was it was a Chrysler and it looked fabulous against the buildings of downtown St. Joseph.
In a quick moment I could tell it was a two-door. A black two-door Chrysler! This was a catch! And it’s 413 V8 sounded phenomenal.
Soon I could read the New Yorker badge on the front fender. This was no Saratoga or Windsor; the New Yorker was trumped only by the 300 in the Chrysler hierarchy. Given the meager production of the 300F in 1960, this was as close to the top dog Chrysler as one is likely to find.
At the time I wasn’t certain this was a 1960, but my hunch was correct. This was the first year for the redesigned follow-up from the 1957 to 1959 series; after touting “Suddenly It’s 1960” three years earlier, Chrysler had inadvertently committed itself to doing something different when it actually was 1960. Production of the 1960 New Yorker two-door hardtop was quite modest at 2,835.
It was obvious the smiling owner of our Chrysler was happy to be stretching the New Yorker’s legs. While I wouldn’t discover it until later, this New Yorker had Wisconsin plates.
My daughter deserves a lot of credit. She peeled off twenty-eight pictures of this Chrysler in the time it took to drive a city block. Picking the best ones to use has been difficult, but it’s a good problem to have.
By this point my yammering on about this Chrysler had hijacked all talk about Miss Chrissy and her compromised oxygen supply. We also realized it was getting late, we still needed to eat, and our goal was to drive for a few more hours before stopping for the night.
As we crossed the street to plan our next move, I simply bid our Chrysler adieu, thinking this encounter had been great while it lasted. It had also provided me some much needed writing fodder; my stash of car pictures has been depleted for quite a while.
Upon our getting in the car and discussing what to eat I got quite a startle as a green 1957 to 1959 DeSoto drove right down the same street used by our black Chrysler. I was able to clearly see the “Firesweep” nameplate better than the rest of the car. What the ….?
You win some, you lose some. Or do you?
I say that as on our way out of town, at a restaurant where a vet’s office used to be and where we had the wife’s cat euthanized in 2006, there sat a 1969 Buick Sport Wagon. This was early May, on a Tuesday, and it was cold and rainy. My only thought was wondering what sort of person attended a car show in those crappy times and conditions.
With Interstate 29 having been closed due to flood damage, we were rerouted up US 71 to Interstate 80. This isn’t the most stimulating drive, particularly when it’s dark and rainy. We stopped for the night 120-0dd miles later in Atlantic, Iowa, (population 7,112) and I had lots of fabulous memories of our Chrysler to keep me perked up for that tedious drive.
Perhaps some of you have made this drive. This is a desolate area, with the only town of any consequence along the way being Maryville (population 11,972). A person needs to have something to keep their brain stimulated, especially at night.
For some of us a black Chrysler is as good a stimulant as caffeine.
We arrived in Sioux City (population 82,684 and the fourth largest city in Iowa) early Wednesday afternoon then early Thursday morning I dropped the wife and daughter off to do their thing. I visited a few museums in town so stay tuned for that. There were some great surprises to be found.
After picking up the females that afternoon, we were heading south on Business 75 in Sioux City. Some distance in front of us I saw a northbound fifties model Ford that had been customized with what appeared to be some Oldsmobile pieces. I then saw a 1955 Packard followed by a 1961 Cadillac and then a Chrysler Airflow.
A Chrysler Airflow? Yes, it was a 1935 two-door Airflow (1936 shown). What in the wide world of sports was going on?
At this point we were nearing the Sergeant Floyd Monument, the burial place of Sergeant Floyd. A Washington Monument style structure was built around 1900 to accompany, and encapsulate, the grave. Poor Sergeant Floyd has had to be moved a few times due to erosion.
This is what I saw. If you look closely our black Chrysler is parked there. This was nearly 48 hours later and 250 miles away from where we had last seen it.
Plus, let’s be honest…what was the likelihood of this being a second, black 1960 New Yorker? I turned around and stuck the spurs to the 1.8T in our Passat. This was simply too good an opportunity.
Sure enough, this was it. Parked next to a 1969 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight, my mind momentarily flashed back to my neighbor Orville building a house when in his eighties.
Also parked there was the same Buick Sport Wagon I had seen in St. Joseph. I struck up a conversation with the Buick’s owner and introduced myself. He has been a periodic reader of CC for several years. While I learned enough for a separate post, I’ll divulge just enough at this point to say all the cars were together on purpose. He said the group was taking an automotive tour of the Lewis & Clark Trail and it will be a seven year endeavor. This was Year Three, with this leg having started in Independence, Missouri, and ending in Sioux City.
He had driven his Buick from Texas.
Also there was a second Chrysler Airflow, the second one I had ever seen move under its own power. Both instances were within ten minutes of each other.
The Airflow made for the second black, awesome Chrysler found there. It’s amazing to think how much automotive design changed in only twenty-five years.
Sadly I was never able to talk to the owner of the New Yorker. Hopefully she sees this article and speaks up in the comments.
Thank you Captain Lewis, Lieutenant Clark, and Sergeant Floyd. Your contributions to this country were enormous and these contributions are still paying off today. How else would I have ever encountered this New Yorker otherwise?
Keep touring the country, beautiful black Chrysler.
Found May 7, 2019, in St. Joseph, Missouri, and May 9 in Sioux City, Iowa
Pictures by ECS
Note: Text and photos originally published on 5/29/2019. To access the original post and its commentary, the link is HERE.
While the 1960 Chrysler is my favorite Forward Look car, there are minor styling quibbles. I’m not fond of the extra gingerbread on the New Yorker, but the inset grille is definitely the looker of all the models for that year, better even than the crosshair grille of the 300.
So, my specific 1960 Chrysler would be the mid-level trim Saratoga with the New Yorker grille and ‘without’ the trunk lid toilet seat.
I don’t know if something like that could have been had from the factory (I’ve seen images of Saratogas so equipped) but that would be the way I’d want a 1960 Chrysler.
The ’60 Chrysler is my very fave “Forward Look” Mopar, simply perfect in every respect… so sleek and fleet… “Poetry in Motion”, one might say…
This black example is stunning, however the ’60 Chrysler model I’ve been obsessed about for decades is this orchid and white coupe from the 1960 Chrysler Corporation full – line “The Quick, The Strong, The Quiet” brochure; Chrysler PR sent me a copy of this brochure when I was a kid in sixth grade c. 1966. Here is a link to that brochure:
https://oldcarbrochures.com/static/NA/Chrysler_Corporation_and_Concepts/1960_Chrysler_Full_Line_Brochure/dirindex.html
Now you’ve enticed a second person to be obsessed with that orchid and white coupe! That really is a stunning combo and I’ve never seen one in the wild. It makes the already stunning ’60 Chrysler design even more breathtaking; simultaneously feminine and masculine but without a hint of being ‘confused’. Gorgeous.
That being said, the New Yorker in this article certainly looks appropriately sinister in all-black.
Thanks, love the tail light photo! No one in my family understands when I take such photos. And IMHO, the best tail light design ever was on the 1960 Chryslers. Well next to the 1956 Packard design, which was a favorite of customizers.
I live in Sioux City and there is always an impromptu car show here and there all the time, when covid hit they brought back cruise night on Saturday night where old customs and new alike would cruise the old “loops”.
No mentions of the “Ford Vic”, or “Buick Riv”. Oh “wow”, though!
Wow what a story ! . you lay it out so well .
The second floor of ‘Jakes’ there looks fairly rough, I think I spy rotted particle board in most of the windows .
The New Yorker still has tremendous presence .
By 1970 the stout, powerful and thirsty 413CID V8 was a medium duty truck engine, we had a fleet of them in two axle three yard dump trucks used to haul asphalt for the C.O.L.A., I loved those dark green trucks but what do do with one if purchased for maybe $300 at the salvage auction? .
There’s an Air Flow club in Los Angeles, they’re really nice folks and invited me to one of their spiffy annual dinners, then kept sending me links to affordable two door Air Flows, I wish I could have bought one but you cannot own them all sadly .
Looking forward to the next articles Jason .
-Nate
Liked the article* and the pics.
Sometimes the gods of serendipity smile on road trips.
* could have done w/o the gratuitous Chrissy bashing tho.
This is my first time around seeing this article so I’ll take the opportunity to say great article! I would love to see more Jason Shafer travel-related discoveries.
I’ve only seen little bits of the Lewis and Clark trail (mostly the bits in Nebraska), but would love to someday drive the rest. Being able to encounter a collection of cars like this, doing the same, would be a special treat.
Another nice drive is the Natchez Trace, with terminus points near Nashville, TN and Natchez, MI – 444 miles total, most of which are done at a stately 50 MPH. It’s a Federal Park, so speeding tickets are not recommended, and watch out for bicyclists.
Lots of places to stop and see or hike, including the burial place of Meriwether Lewis, near Hohenwald, TN. We did the trip a few years ago, our own semi-rare car.
Fun article, Jason, especially with the recurring Chrysler – what a beautiful automobile!
And why were you not driving The Australian, Mr Stembridge?
I sold the SS a couple months before we made the Natchez trip – I wasn’t driving it much at our retirement home, and removing a vehicle from insurance helped our retirement budget a bit.
One could argue that the TourX kind of counts, having also been sold in Oz as the ZB Commodore…
Not sure if this tale has been on CC before, but in any case, I really enjoyed reading it now. Characteristically well-told by our reliable Mr S.
Your comment about part of the drive in Iowa being unstimulating put me in mind of the great American humourist author Bill Bryson, who began his autobiography The Lost Continent with: “I come from Des Moine, Iowa. Someone had to.”