Curbside Classic: 1963 Mercury Meteor Custom – It’s the Little Things That Count

This post calls forth some of the smaller details about this 1963 Mercury Meteor Custom 2-Door Hardtop Coupe.  I take that angle, since this is a vehicle that has been featured somewhat often here on CC.

I will admit that when I first came across this particular Meteor, at first I didn’t know what it was.  I thought it was some kind of Canadian import, since we do get quite a few of those here in New England.  But after looking a bit harder (and also Googling bit harder), I realized that this was one of 7,565 1963 Mercury Meteor Custom coupes that left the factory when I was 2, within some number of months of the JFK assassination, depending on just when this car was produced.  It’s not as rare as the 2-door sedan (2,704) or the station wagon (5,121 combined models), but it’s still a pretty low production number car.

So it is kind of wild – at least to me – that I should run across one 60 years later near my small town, at the general mechanic’s that I visit this time of year to get the stickah (aka, Massachusetts Vehicle Check Program annual inspection stickER) for my car.

“Six hefty adults”. As a habitué of the “husky” department of most major department stores in the 1960s and 70s, I suddenly feel distant kinship with the Meteor Custom…and wonder if the “deep dish steering wheel” was meant to subliminally suggest pie.

 

Now mind you, this is not one of the very special S-33 Meteors (4,865). I can tell that because this one is missing the console between the front seats.

Decorative pinstriping aside, this color – Cascade Blue – is original.

 

Nope, this is one of the more or less garden-variety Meteor Custom coupes.

Through its badging, the car does make quite the point of telling you what it is.

Somehow, the contrasting script between the standard “Mercury” and the flowing “Meteor” seems particularly urgent.  This is a Mercury, but it’s a Meteor! It’s unclear as to which the badge reader should more care about as they’re both competing for attention.

Speaking of iconographic confusion, there’s this logo.

At first glance, it reminded me of a Thunderbird logo.  Then a Chevy bowtie.  Except it has the god Mercury’s head in the middle.  And three….things….below Mercury’s head.  Shirley someone here knows the significance of the three things and will enlighten me.

The Meteor possesses from my perspective a whole lot of little details that stand out in a world of modern cars where various protrusions and chrome bits are not exactly in style.

The phillips head screw helping to hold on the headlight trim looks like something I might have come up with myself about 35 years ago (or actually about 2 years ago on my Highlander, where it currently holds on the bumper cover). But no, this is how they made it in the Meteor. You just don’t see exposed fasteners on modern cars. So cool.

 

The fender-mounted turn signal indicators particularly caught my attention.  I love these things.  The fuselage-bodied Chrysler of my childhood had them as well and while I really cannot make a case for their usefulness, I found them fascinating. If nothing else, they add an element of visual interest for the driver.

Other great details include the opening vent windows.  Like fender-mounted turn indicators, I cannot imagine how such things could be integrated into modern cars, but it would be great somehow if that could be the case.  I frequently drive with my windows open, and these things would allow me fresh air at highway speeds (if I correctly remember how they worked on the last car I drove that had them…which I think was my parents’ mid-70s Fiat 128).

The Meteor’s rear does not escape the extra-adornment treatment.  The exquisite tail lights have already been seen, and to these we can add a fussy chrome-work trim piece that incorporates the gas filler door and what are presumably the back-up lights. Center-mounted gas fillers are something else I love.  I just think they’re cool, plus for me personally they address the fact that I have never…ever….been able to remember what side my filler is on and as often as not I pull up to pumps with the wrong side of the car facing the pump.

Don’t even get me started about how there is a little symbol next to the gas gauge that supposedly indicates with an arrow what side your filler is on.  This presents a total mystery in my mind. I realize that it’s some kind of cognitive processing deficit with me, but those things only serve to further confuse me. Maybe it’s because I’m left-handed and am generally confused about most left vs. right things.

When I was 7, and as yet could not figure out which shoe to put on which foot, out of frustration and anger (two emotions he seemed to totally own) my dad grabbed a black Magic Marker and put an “L” and an “R” on the white rubber toe cap parts of my Chuck Taylor All Stars (as a now-adult, I assume he put the L on the left one and the R on the right one…but I’m not sure, and that’s really my whole point). He informed me that I’d wear those shoes every day until I “learned” my left from my right. This maybe helped me a little, but mostly it sent the message to the majority of Miss Wentworth’s 2nd grade classroom that new kid Jeff was kind of weird and perhaps a bit…well, you know.

2nd graders still do, for what it’s worth, use that word and probably will for the foreseeable future.

I think I wore those shoes most of the school year.

To this day, I encounter a momentary pause when putting on a pair of shoes. “Wait, am I getting this right?”

Anyhow, no such problem on the Meteor.  It’s very symmetrical back there.  Just the way I like it.

The lighting wasn’t so great for me to get many decent interior shots, but this all looks nice and tidy and very original.  The large “METEOR” script in the center of the dash is yet another apparently necessary reminder of just what the driver is driving.  This car does not have air conditioning – who needs it with what is obviously good ventilation? – and it does have an add-on modern-ish FM radio with cassette player.  As far as those kinds of under-dash things are concerned, this one seems pretty tasteful.

It can’t be made out well in my interior picture, but another little detail that I very much appreciate is the AM radio.  This picture is obviously from elsewhere. No, I didn’t steal the radio, which would have gotten me in a world of trouble not the least of which would be cutting me off from the supplier of annual stickahs for my ever-increasingly janky collection of obsolete automobiles.  But look at that script on the dial.  What a great font with the little CONELRAD symbols which I promise to write about soon.  Those have been a fascination of mine since well before the time when my dad adorned my sneakers with inscrutable marks.  I’m imagining that if this car was originally purchased early in the 1963 model year, its owner might have paid particular attention to those little triangles-in-circles symbols during 13 days in October, 1962.

Today, some 60 years later, the Meteor still has presence.  It seems to hold its own size-wise with the XT5 it was parked next to. I expect that the interior experience in the Mercury is much less cocooned than in the Cadillac. For me, that’s a Meteor positive. I also of course love Cascade Blue as opposed to “Nearly Every Other Car is This Color” Black. To cap it all off, there’s the Cadillac’s lengthy list of lacking amenities such as vent windows, fender-mounted turn signal indicators, center-mounted gas filler, and a nuclear holocaust-ready radio.

Ok, if I absolutely had to choose, I’d probably choose the ProMaster for its ultimate flexibility.

 

Just for comparison.

I have no idea – again, many here might – if these wheels represent anything close to what the Meteor had when it was born in 1962/1963, but I do love these hubcaps.  And really, the red wheels represent one more little thing that seems to make this car special.

It’s all in the details.