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NZV8 Concept Corner: show ’Stang

18 March, 2015

 

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Every month we ask the cover car owner for the concept they’d most like to build, or see built

The gold ’65 Mustang envisioned by Nick Hall, and built by Matamata Panelworks, is quite possibly the finest custom-Mustang build the country has seen — but what would have come out had Nick really let loose?

“If I had unlimited money, I would have gone totally overboard on my ’65 Mustang — I’d transfer the build across to a ’69 Mustang fastback, and go to town on it,” says Nick.

“First off, I would chop it a couple of inches or so, shave the door handles, and delete all the exterior trim. I’d sit it nice and low on chrome finish 20×10- and 20×12-inch Rambler rims made by US Mags, the same style as on my ’65, with tubs, if needed, to fit them.

“The suspension would comprise of coilovers all round, with an independent rear, and I’d include rack and pinion steering, and the biggest six-pot brakes that would fit inside the wheels.

“The engine would be a 351-stroked to 427ci, all alloy if possible. The fuel-injection system would be through individual throttle bodies, with a centrifugal supercharger sending its intercooled air charge to the intake trumpets via a Ferrari-style intake plenum — should be good for 750–800hp. The gearbox would definitely be a six-speed Tremec, with an aftermarket 3.50:1 diff.

“Paint wise, I’m very happy with how the Matamata team made the colour scheme on my Mustang work, so I’d use a similar formula here — I’m thinking ox-blood red (no, the illustration above isn’t exactly this colour) for the sides and a dark graphite grey on top, following similar lines to my ’65.

“The interior would include a fully custom dash and centre console, that flowed seamlessly into each other. All the controls for lights, wipers, etc., would be on the steering column — like a modern car — and she’d have all the mod cons, such as electric mirrors, DVD screen, and so on. The comfortable, but secure, seats would be swathed in leather like everything else on the inside, set off by some two-toning.

“Still, I’m more than happy with the Mustang I’ve got!” Nick says. We would be too if we owned it, but how rad is his concept of what could have been in that lotto-winning realm!

If you want to check Nick’s awesome ’65 Mustang fastback — the real-life version — pick your copy of NZV8 Issue No. 119 up from your local stockist, or grab one online here.

Almost mythical pony

The Shelby came to our shores in 2003. It went from the original New Zealand owner to an owner in Auckland. Malcolm just happened to be in the right place with the right amount of money in 2018 and a deal was done. Since then, plenty of people have tried to buy it off him. The odometer reads 92,300 miles. From the condition of the car that seems to be correct and only the first time around.
Malcolm’s car is an automatic. It has the 1966 dashboard, the back seat, the rear quarter windows and the scoops funnelling air to the rear brakes.
He even has the original bill of sale from October 1965 in California.

Becoming fond of Fords part two – happy times with Escorts

In part one of this Ford-flavoured trip down memory lane I recalled a sad and instructive episode when I learned my shortcomings as a car tuner, something that tainted my appreciation of Mk2 Ford Escort vans in particular. Prior to that I had a couple of other Ford entanglements of slightly more redeeming merit. There were two Mk1 Escorts I had got my hands on: a 1972 1300 XL belonging to my father and a later, end-of-line, English-assembled 1974 1100, which my partner and I bought from Panmure Motors Ford in Auckland in 1980. Both those cars were the high water mark of my relationship with the Ford Motor Co. I liked the Mk1 Escorts. They were nice, nippy, small cars, particularly the 1300, which handled really well, and had a very precise gearbox for the time.
Images of Jim Richards in the Carney Racing Williment-built Twin Cam Escort and Paul Fahey in the Alan Mann–built Escort FVA often loomed in my imagination when I was driving these Mk1 Escorts — not that I was under any illusion of comparable driving skills, but they had to be having just as much fun as I was steering the basic versions of these projectiles.