If there was ever a car that looked like it had been sitting in a garage in some town in upstate New York since the Carter administration, right next to a plaid sofa and a bunch of Atari 2600 consoles, this was it. I spotted this Fiat 128 2-door saloon on the not-particularly-mean streets of midtown Manhattan a while ago, looking like it had just recently come out of a decades-long hibernation. I think that might even be original 1979 grime on the inside of those windows. This 128 definitely had a sub-30K mile vibe to it, something that was bought, hardly ever used, and then put into the garage out back next to the exercise machine you used a total of seven times since buying it in 1988, and covered with Uncle Bertram’s old suits from his disco dancing days. You know, the ones that he’s been asked not to wear when we have company over for dinner, or when we all go out to the buffet at Ponderosa on Fridays with the Evanses.
Barn finds are almost commonplace. We usually picture people finding some partially disassembled 60s muscle car in a barn in western Indiana that had been a resort and casino frequented by well-to-do mice from all over the zip code. Or at least that’s what we like to picture barn finds being, despite most of them turning out to be facepalmingly sad affairs, like grandma’s old Buick that she sideswiped the mailbox with for 22 years straight. But since this is the northeast, odds are that a garage find is much more likely to be more random, more Malaise, and more European.
If this Fiat was incomplete somehow, it sure didn’t look like it. Even the antenna at the passenger side A-pillar was in place, ready to clip a bicyclist’s coat. The door dings along the side of this Fiat, the ones right behind the passenger door, seemed like something that was inflicted by the same car over time, which of course suggests that this car sat in a garage alongside another car which was used far more frequently.
This is the type of barn find that I enjoy seeing the most. Not some 42% complete 1920s Rolls-Royce that’s going to need a quarter-mil resto, upon the completion of which various pundits in sport coats will turn their noses at and call it a “bitsa” or a “car with stories.” Or which will be upstaged at some concours by half a dozen slightly more desirable models of Rolls-Royces. So congratulations, you got 3rd in class at this concors, because your $200K resto wasn’t as impressive as the $250K restos of more original cars sitting next to yours!
Rather, the type of barn find that I like is a complete and original car that can be put on the road with just a weekend’s worth of wrenching, some quality impressions of State Senator Clay Davis, a couple trips to AutoZone, and one whose market value does not exceed $5K on eBay Motors. Especially if the maker of that car was chased out of the country after (circle one) long pattern of manufacturing snafus/tendency to dissolve after the first snow/Lucas electrics/financial ineptitude/violent labor strikes/complete misunderstanding of what America is all about.
Is midtown Manhattan an unlikely place to encounter a garage find Fiat that’s probably one of 3 in the entire state? Sure, but Manhattan can surprise from time to time like that. There are plenty of collectors of cars like this in the city and in the surrounding area, and there are still plenty of treasures, like some maroon Peugeot 604, sitting in garages in the five boroughs and north along the Hudson, just waiting to be found.
What common and once ubiquitous classic do you dream of finding in a garage?
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