Everything seemed fine when I hit the key on the ACC Mustang. It had been sitting for months — a victim of deadlines, other projects and commitments that kept it parked in its stall after ACC installed Classic Auto Air a/c on the original 289. But that’s part of what I love about the Mustang. It’s an American car, and it just tends to work.
Even after months of sitting, it cranked like I’d driven it yesterday, but it wouldn’t Read More
Values and trends have always been the heart of ACC, but “value” is a loaded concept.
Dollars and cents may run the market, but owning classic cars and trucks is supposed to be fun, and a lot of that fun comes from actually getting out and using the cars we covet. In that sense, value is more than just a number. That factor has been a major theme of ACC since the beginning, from our “Snapshots” features through our “Wrenching” Read More
Each week, my extended family gets together on Sunday to have dinner together at a place I like to call the Pickering compound — a flatroof house in Portland’s West Hills, built by my great grandfather, grandfather and dad in 1959. It’s full of family heirlooms and history.
The grandkids all run around and play, my brother-in-law uses his professional chef skills to impress everyone around the table, and my mom, aunt and sister all talk about the weekly challenges Read More
After years of watching the market at SCM and ACC, once thing has become clear: change is the only constant.
Scottsdale’s numbers are in. In total, the 2019 auctions brought $247m, which was pretty close to last year’s total of $249m. Combine that with Mecum’s $94m Kissimmee sale, and January 2019 kicked off with $341m in collector car sales. That’s good news for the market, but what can we learn from it?
In truth, the big numbers do tell a Read More
If you’re familiar with ACC, then you know that we’re all about value. Every Market Report and car profile that appears in these pages tells you the price paid for each car at auction.
Was this car, at this price, on this day, a good deal? Will it be a good deal tomorrow, or next month, or next year?
Our reports take an educated stance on these value statements, and we use decades of data and market analysis as our Read More
Ispent some quality wheel time in ACC’s ’66 Mustang this month, and it’s a great driver — there’s something special about a car that’s never been blown apart from new. Cars like this just feel more complete.
That X-factor is something that’s hard to describe, but if you’ve ever restored a car and found that your shiny, perfect classic isn’t really a car anymore when it’s done, but rather is a collection of parts that fit together into the shape Read More
Last summer, I spent a week of quality time under the hood of my ’66 Caprice. I was installing Holley’s Terminator EFI system while most of ACC’s staff was in Monterey, CA, for the Pebble Beach auctions. Normally I’m there, too, but this time was different. I was staring down the ultimate of all deadlines: a soon-to-be-delivered new daughter. As such, my wife put her foot down: No leaving the state.
So through the heat of one week in August, Read More
The pages of ACC are filled with all-original and fully restored cars that have sold at auction. You’ll find a bunch of them in our Market Reports, starting on p. 68. Some are cars that have passed only a few miles under their factory-fresh tires, while others are completely rebuilt, down to the last nut and bolt — and fresh install of Coker bias-ply rubber.
Both types of cars are special in their own way, Read More
On March 26, 1966, Glenn and June Anderson jumped into their 1959 Ford Thunderbird and cruised from their home in Tarzana, CA, to Cutter Ford Sales in North Hollywood. Waiting on the lot for them was a Wimbledon White 1966 Ford Mustang, which had been assembled just a month earlier in San Jose and shipped to the dealership via truck convoy.
Sticker price on the new Mustang was $3,525. The couple traded in their T-bird and bought the factory-fresh Mustang, Read More
Back in the days before I had any real responsibilities, most of my weekends slipped by in the garage. In those days, daylight turned to dark unnoticed, as I spun wrenches on my ’66 Chevy. Sometimes I’d stop to eat.
My neighborhood, like many of yours, was built out of car waypoints. For those of us young people who spoke the car language, it’s how we navigated our world. There were Chevelles, GTOs, classic trucks and more sprinkled around. They Read More