Sunday, July 23, 2017

Cars in Yards: 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Classic, Part II - Exile on Craigslist

The rough, rusty colonnade looks solids and complete but a long way from roadworthy.

$200 project car. The old Malibu had lost a little shine by the time I saw it. A friend told my partner in grime, Ron Kidd, that he found a car in a yard that needed to be moved. That means “sold cheap” to guys like me. I learned the specifics after Ron hurriedly looked the car over one afternoon after work.

 “It’s all there. A silver 1976 Malibu Classic, 2-door, power steering/brakes, A/C, and it has a rear defroster!” said Ron. “The 350 engine looked complete. The black interior looks good too, it even has the original headliner in place.”

 After a winning endorsement like that, how could I say “no” to a $200 car? How is the body? Any rust?
 “No rust, straight,” Ron said. “It has power locks and roll-up windows!”
 Ron loves power locks and roll-up windows. Any oddball talking points that make a car unique get Ron’s motor running. His enthusiasm is contagious.

  “Tell the family, of the original owner, that I want it,” I said. “Sounds like a good deal. I don’t even need to see it.” Bold words from a guy who lives by two simple, hard-boiled, car buying rules:
  • Don’t buy a car you haven’t seen in person.
  • Don’t buy a car you haven’t driven, if operable.
This car only met one criteria. There was no chance this car could be driven. Still, I shrugged off the other criteria. This was a no-brainer.

Covering the entire bed of the wrecker, the 208-inch A-Body looks massive for a GM mid-size of 73-77 fame.
1976 Chevrolet Malibu Classic looks fast with the black steel wheels.

Dream plans
 A quick scan of the web offered images of ’73-’77 Chevys with massive tires, lowered stance, and Bassett steel racing wheels that borrow from the NASCAR look of the 1970s. I couldn’t wait to get the ’76 Malibu Classic home. What would it take to get my Malibu looking and driving good? I would soon be diagnosing the engine to see what it needed to make it fire up. Maybe she’ll run? I’ve bought cars for $300 and drove them home after some tinkering. Just add fresh gas and a hot battery. A $200 car is what dreams are made of.

Trailing the wrecker and watching as the prized project is delivered home.

Family history
 The Malibu was originally owned by Joe Scott, a career railroad man in Birmingham, Alabama. Barbara, his daughter, said he loved the car. But, his family never understood why he spoke so highly of the Malibu. It was just another one of the cars he eventually parked in the yard. Joe never sold any of his cars. Just parked them when the next car came along. When Joe passed away in 2016, at age 84, there were eight spare vehicles in his yard. Barbara said he was wary of car dealers or would-be buyers who might try to take advantage of him. He saw no reason to deal with the hassle if he could just park them. I also think it was because Joe liked his cars and trucks.

104k on the odometer of ’76 Malibu Classic’s 350-V8.

Payment, pickup, and delivery
 It was official. A deal was made over the phone, with Joe’s daughter Barbara, that I would pick up the car ASAP and bring payment. On a steamy, 100-degree afternoon in Alabama I handed over the cash and waited on the wrecker driver. I brought along an air tank, jack, and a spare tire/wheel combo, to be used if needed. I filled each tire with close to 40-lbs of air and lifted the Malibu using the floor jack to remove a concrete block that was positioned under the frame near the engine. Everything was cleared away from the car and it was ready to move. Or so I thought.
 The large rollback wrecker was unable to reach the car deep in the backyard. The Malibu was tucked behind several obstacles, including outbuildings and field lines. “Chief,” the 72-year-old wrecker driver, a former police chief, tried to get the wrecker backed into place but the path was too narrow. This meant lots of pushing and shoving was needed to move the car closer to the wrecker. Pushing the 4,000-pound beast was made trickier because the tilt steering column was loose. Cranking hard on the steering wheel would inadvertently shift the car into park. What fun! Did I mention it was 100-degree day and half the car was painted black and it had a black vinyl interior? I jumped into the moldy sweatbox and cranked hard on the wheel while trying to hold it in neutral. Maybe this $200 Malibu idea was a bad one? The family of the seller even suggested as much. I was in it too far to back out now.
 “Chief” winched the Chevy in as soon as we had pushed it close enough to the rollback. Once loaded, delivery of the Chevy A-body into my backyard was a piece of cake.

Hood left up to keep animals from nesting under the hood. Mice are scared of birds of prey that can swoop down and grab them.

Time to see what I bought
 Unfortunately, my neighbors only see the silver and rusty orange side as it sits under a backyard carport. I settled into the torn driver’s seat and realized that despite the musty smell, the interior was the best part of the car. A wobbly tilt steering column, a crack in the dash and foam spilling from the split driver’s seat were the only troubles inside.  
 Outside, the body was straight except for the around the rear window where body filler or caulk had been used to seal the rear glass and cover damage caused by moisture trapped under the vinyl roof. Underneath the belly of the Malibu was crusty and thin. I tested the strength of the floors by stabbing a screwdriver up into the floor pans. They provided little resistance. I also found the trunk was a minefield of gaping holes, exposing the top of the gas tank. The holes were hidden beneath large pieces of plastic runners that your grandma may have used to protect the carpet. Intensive metal rehab would be necessary to get this where I would want it to be my daily driver. This was the turning point of my $200 dream.

Bright Silver paint under trunk lid show what color the ’76 Malibu used to be.

“Rust! What rust?”
 I got Ron on the phone after I inspected the trunk of the Malibu.
 “Hey Ron, did you look in the trunk of the car?”
 “Yes, I glanced in it,” said Ron. “A junk spare tire, jack, and some fan belts?”
 No need to quibble over a little rust. It was still a deal. Worth more than $200 in scrap metal. But I’m not one to scrap out a solid-looking Malibu Classic with a complete 350-V8/2-bbl engine, transmission, decent interior (decent to me, I’m not too picky), and complete A/C system, including compressor that turns freely. I was happy to have it, but this was a long way from a pro-touring, daily driver.

Gas tank visible through floor of trunk.

Then there was a 1973 Pontiac Grand Am
 A fan of our Colonnade stories from New Jersey contacted me about buying his 1973 Pontiac Grand Am. It was only a few weeks after I bought the Malibu. He needed to sell and made me a deal. A running Grand Am with a few body issues (I’m thinking, please don’t let it be a rusty basket case), and I could be daily driving a Bill Porter-designed A-Body with a Poncho 400-V8 and posi-traction. 
My Malibu was no longer an option. Time to sell. A quick post to Craigslist was in order. Four hours later, a buyer was standing in my yard. I sold it too cheap at $500. I made back my $120 towing cost, and the $200 purchase price, but not much more. Very little compensation for the sweat equity but a valuable lesson in my back pocket for future “rust free” purchases.
 I wish I had held onto the Malibu a bit longer, at least until my ’73 GA is delivered. But those are the breaks when you’re living a Junkyard Life on a shoestring budget. You got to sell to buy another one.
 Stay tuned.

Jody Potter
 Junkyard Life

My dog, Gracie, loved the driver’s seat in the 1976 Chevy Malibu.

Faded silver paint gave way to the orange, rusty patina on one side of the Malibu. Passenger side painted black.

Sagging tilt column and torn driver’s seat.

Water trapped beneath vinyl tops would rust the car from the top down.
Rear glass sealed to protect the car from moisture damage. Not sure it did much good after glancing into the swiss cheese trunk. 

Older NASCAR fans will remember these beast roaring around tracks in the 1970s.
Gray beard NASCAR fans will remember these beasts roaring around tracks in the 1970s.

Some are not fond of the stacked rectangle headlights adopted by the Malibu Classic in 1976. Round headlights were available on the base model Malibu.

You need to be committed to a project to see it through or else it will languish.
Sometimes your project cars look better leaving – before you dump a pile of money into them. Commit or call it quits.

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Cars in Yards: 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Classic, Part I – the sunburned Chevy colonnade

Faded silver paint gave way to the orange, rusty patina.

Are You my ’Bu? Junkyard Life and Colonnade era cars are becoming synonymous. We appreciate them more and more. This lovely 1976 Chevy Malibu Classic refuses to be forgotten. Wearing aged Cosworth Silver paint, this car represents a strange time indeed. We find it cool now, but then? No, this would not be acceptable. Don’t blame Chevrolet. Maybe you blame GM and the terrible government standards they had to meet. The bumpers? Hated them. The headlights? Hated them. They are square. I’m not sure why GM mandated a square headlight on most intermediates in 1976. The previous year’s models already had enough design flaws against them with new car buyers — and those had appropriate, attractive, round headlights. 1976 was square. Mr. Rogers was square. “Square” was a word that would not be popular in anything other than dancing. 
  “Hey! have you seen the new headlights on the Malibu?” Square. 

A/C, AM/FM stereo, and a clock – what more could a 1976 Malibu driver want?

Malibu Barbie
  That was then. Now we declare them to be cool. (Editor’s Note: Junkyard Life staffer Ron finds them cool, but he drives a station wagon and has every Ambrosia album) This car could be dismissed as basic transportation upon first glance. Maybe even your second glance, but wait for it… it’s cool. Too late, I already declared it. We’ve reported several times previously that cars of this era gained weight (for safety) and lost power (emission regulations and stricter fuel consumption). We know that. It is not a 1970 LS6. Do you have a 1970 Chevelle SS? Neither do we, so let us rabid car guys take a look!

Not the best solution to keep moisture out of the trunk.
The Malibu has been parked outside for the better part of 20 years. At one point the front end was raised onto concrete blocks.

Caps on, caps off
  First, these wheels are not Rally Wheels. That is true, but dig if you will — the picture above… hub caps on steely wheels! Not here, but imagine your favorite hub caps. Your options are vast and unlimited. Dog dish anyone? You lucky guy, not only the cool, unique-as-you-want-to-be factor, but these are 15-inch versions. GM tended to give us those in the 1970s and then took them away again. 15-inch wheels are getting harder to find.  

A hole is worn into the driver’s seat. Otherwise the interior looks great for a neglected 40+ years old.
The 1976 Chevy Malibu’s bench seats were great for families and dates.

Complete interior
  Inside we find a deluxe bench seat with a fold down arm rest. That makes for comfy driving and added room for important situations, such as a date sitting right beside you. Bucket seat owners in the 1970s didn’t have that luxury. The interior was in surprisingly good shape. Even the headliner was still up and intact.

The car was probably painted black to cover the surface rust on one side.
Notice the silver paint under the decklid? Yes, the owner painted half the car black on the exterior. Probably to cover the surface rust, otherwise known as the sunburn showing through the silver paint.

Options aplenty
  Junkyard Life has done it again! We have found a car with manual windows, yet it has power door locks. Maybe that is not as unusual as we initially surmised. Still, we find it to be another item checked off in the cool factor line. The options are really not on a short list here. Power steering, power brakes, air conditioning, power door locks, tilt wheel, AM/FM stereo (no tape deck) fold down arm rest and the coolest option of them all… a rear window defroster! Lots of GM cars want that!

Under hood look at the complete 2-barrell equipped 350 engine on the 1976 Malibu Classic.
The Chevy 350-V8 engine has a 2-barrel carb and A/C.

Complete engine
  Under the hood we found a complete 350-V8. I was anticipating a 305, so that was a pleasant surprise. The engine was equipped with a 2-barrel carburetor and, I can only guess, a fuel friendly set of highway gears in the rear. It was complete and all there, it would not surprise us if it could still run. By 1976, GM was two model years into the electronic ignition success of the H.E.I. distributor. A wonderful gift to the car guy world — no more points and condenser to leave a guy stranded on the side of the road.

   Okay, we know it is not a 1973 SS or a Laguna S-3. We still love it. I hope we can find this overlooked classic an appreciative home (We did! To be continued soon) and also do our part to help resurrect interest in these cars. Fred Carbuyer and his car guy friends would swear that GM, Ford, Mopar, or any other car maker didn’t build anything after 1972. Their interest fell as the horsepower ratings plummeted and gas became more expensive. Malibu is a cool car named after a cool place and that has a rock-n-roll air about it, no matter what Mr. Rogers would say.

Ron Kidd
Junkyard Life

A look in the Malibu’s trunk finds an assortment of belts, a jack, and a shredded spare tire.

Rear seat looks minty fresh. Not many riders sat beneath the sloped rear glass. Known for giving passengers a sunburn on their neck during summer road trips.

Smokers delighted when they could tap their ashes in quiet comfort without rolling down the windows.
Rear seat smokers delighted when they could tap their ashes in quiet comfort into the door-mounted ashtray without having the driver roll down the windows.

Malibu went “Classic” long before Coca-Cola did.

Black door panels held up well on the 1976 Malibu.
These Malibu door panels say, “Power locks but roll up your own windows, you pansy.”

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

1980 Camaro that followed us home

Our Camaro demand. We didn’t actually demand this 1980 Camaro Sport Coupe. It demanded us. It did and it followed us home too. The truth is, we are the worst car negotiators in the world. We told the seller in no uncertain terms he would be better off NOT selling us the car. It would be worth something to someone, just not us. It still wasn’t worth the fraction of the asking price that we paid ten minutes later.

Road trip
   Junkyard Life has a lot of eyes working in our favor. A friend in south Alabama somehow found what he thought was a 1980 Camaro Z28 when he was looking specifically for a 1980 Camaro Z28. Only this one was located in extreme north Alabama. So, to save nine hours of driving the length of the state, he called on us (Ron Kidd, Keith Lively) to go check it out for him. We took a truck and a trailer just in case this was one that he shouldn’t pass up. 
  No worry there, friend. Pass.

T-tops that rattle, busted tail lights and bad paint. What’s not to love?

Identity crisis
  First of all, it wasn’t a Z28. It was a Sport Coupe that had seen better days. The day the world ended would be a better day than the day this car was having. We knew right away our friend did not want this car. This Z wannabe was having an identity crisis to be sure. It was a victim of a butcher who wanted a street racer, despite being a T-Top roof that would twist itself into a pretzel. It also would have a weight disadvantage.

Spare parts
   At some point a 1979 Z28 was involved in the assembled shell of parts that sat before us, seeing as it had a “tear drop” Z28 hood. It also employed a 1979 “130 mph” speedometer. The 1980 model Camaros (even the Z28) had a mandated “85 MPH” speedometer. We can imagine how well that went over with high performance consumers. This street warrior had something we have not seen in a while... traction bars! For our younger readers who don’t know what those are, you didn’t miss a thing. Big and gaudy bars hanging awkwardly from the rear wheels to eliminate wheel hop and give you better traction. In reality, another thing to worry about seeing as the car could get caught on a speed bump, get stuck or rip out the rear axle.

The bronze paint on the 1980 Camaro nose is original issue according to the "80" paint code.

In rust we trust
  We love T-Tops, but these were in terrible shape and made the way for moisture to find its way to eat on those floor pans. Floor pans? They were there. Kind of. So... no. Pass. Thank you for letting us look at it. We don’t want it. 

Looked beyond the grunge. See the sweet, cherry Camaro.

You did what?
  We bought it anyway. To our credit, they were really persuasive salesman and we totally believed the “little old lady/church/grocery store” story. Why? Why would we do that? We really didn’t want it. Well, it so happens Junkyard Life staffer Keith Lively’s dad needs a front subframe for his 1957 Chevy truck project and it did have that. It also had three circa-1982 Z28 wheels. The fourth wheel? It was a 14-inch Oldsmobile Rally wheel. I (Ron) may be able to use a piece of it on our 15-inch SS3 wheels that we love. Also, attached to the aforementioned traction bars was a corporate 10-bolt rear with a chrome cover. Well, it used to be chrome.  “Maybe it has a posi unit!” we said. It wasn’t.
  “Maybe it has a set of desirable gears in it!” we said. It didn’t. 

  My, we Junkyard Life guys are optimistic. Is that why we bought it? Yes, optimism and the rear window with a defroster we may use on a future Pontiac project. Really. more the glass thing. Big sigh.

Ron Kidd

— Junkyard Life

Towing the Camaro back to Keith Lively’s home base. The Money Burner Jeep looks on disapprovingly.

Ron and Keith’s 1980 Camaro Fun Facts:
  • We didn’t want this car. That is a fact.
  • In 1980 over half of all Camaros had the rear window defroster that Ron wanted. 51.3%, thus making it not so rare after all.
  • The 1980 Camaro was only a little more than half as popular as the 1979 model. According to John Gunnell’s Standard Catalog of Camaro book. In 1979 there were 203,904 new Camaros registered in the United States and only 117,164 in 1980.
  • This car was born with a unique color only offered in 1980. Paint code 80: Bronze. A beautiful one year only color that makes it even more of a crime that the car fell into the wrong hands with a renegade paint gun.
  • By 1980, the second generation Camaro had been in production for 10 years and still had another year to go. 1982 marked the beginning of the next generation that would sell on for another ten years.
  • The 1980 Camaro Z28 was offered with a real Cowl Induction hood! This cool hood opened the rear of the hood scoop when the throttle was mashed. I would have done that everywhere I went. How cool!
  • 1980 was the first year the Camaro received the government mandated “85 MPH” speedometer. It was not unusual for people to swap out the new one for any of the older units, like someone did on our car. It has a 1979 “130 MPH” face on it. It made people feel better.
  • We picked up Ron’s daughter from Huntsville’s very classy and affluent Bridge Street mall area with the Camaro in tow. She was less than impressed. That is a fact. We are rather sure she ducked down in her seat before we got out of there.
  • 1980 Camaros that were not lucky enough to get an anemic 305 V8 or a slightly less anemic 350, could have had a new economical V8-the 267. Rated at 120HP – it does not bother us that we have never seen one in a Camaro.
  • 1980 Camaros have more of a following then we thought. We are following the restoration of an 1980 Z28 and our friend in south Alabama was looking specifically for a 1980.

The ’79 Z28 hood vanished before we could load up the ’80 Camaro!

A blue 14-inch Olds wheel could not make the Camaro look worse.

Chrome rear diff cover, well, it’s rust and chrome.

Loaded up an ready to be stripped. All in the name of love. One Camaro gives, so another Camaro lives.

Notice that the fender almost matched the paint on rest of the car? We didn’t either.
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    Thursday, June 1, 2017

    1978 Ford Fairmont Futura aka Gila Monster: Dreamcar build with a junkyard heart

    Before and after photos comparing Mike Matkosky’s custom Cyclone build.

    Thinking outside the box. An unusual orange car was drawing a crowd at a Birmingham, Alabama cruise night gathering. When I walked up, the owner, Mike Matkosky was fielding questions from a steady stream of people, both fascinated and confused by his 1978 Ford Futura. It was a U.F.O. – an unidentified Ford object. I had to take a closer look at this one-of-a-kind custom.
    Once an unassuming econo-box from 1978, now a beast with a junkyard drivetrain and an Australia head.

    History of the Gila Monster
      Matkosky found his build-worthy Futura on Craigslist. It was your typical “little old lady’s car” from Gila River, Arizona. Price for the rust free, pale yellow Ford with a baked interior: $1500. Transportation to Alabama: $600.
      The “Gila Monster” Futura was born. Fate named the car for the large, poisonous, orange and black lizard. Matkosky brought it to life.
      “He’s an ugly, little dude from Arizona that’s slow moving,” Matkosky said. “My Fairmont is considered ugly. Various shades of yellow, black, and orange and it’s from Arizona. I’d say I’ve got a bona fide Gila Monster.”  

    The hand-built intake manifold resembles a BMW factory piece.
    What is it? The engine is a 250-cubic inch I-6 with an aluminum Australian head and 66mm turbo. The hand-built intake manifold resembles a BMW factory piece. A lot going on under the skin.

    Engine question answered, again and again
      The gathering masses were perplexed and didn’t know what to make of the custom monster in orange with the bizarre turbo inline-six cylinder engine. This was no ordinary paint and insert your belly button engine — i.e., small block Ford/Chevy, Coyote, or LS engine swap. When the hood lifted, a never-before-seen (to this crowd anyway), Australian crossflow head crowned the 250-cu. inch Maverick block that was hauled out of a junkyard in Bessemer. The handmade intake manifold stirred talk that a BMW M3 engine was the source of power. Well, it was either visually similar to an M3 engine or because the owner was wearing a BMW brand on his shirt.
      Matkosky, a product specialist for BMW, (ah-ha!) answered the engine question repeatedly. Another person would ask him, “what is it?” as soon as he finished telling another person details on the engine. It was fun to watch.

    Necessity is the mother of...
      Determined to build the ultimate "Gila Monster," Matkosky drilled out the side of the inline-six block and creating a removable cover plate for the link bar roller lifters and mechanical roller cam. All necessary to use a small-block Ford bellhousing and 4R70W manual shift automatic transmission with the Aussie head. The Australian head, known for higher horsepower and big torque numbers, is crazy talk, unless you’re the guy who has it bad for his Fairmont.   

    Dozens of people asked him the origin of the weird engine with the turbo.
    Mike Matkosky holds court answering questions about the engine in his "Gila Monster" Ford Fairmont Futura.

    Cyclone of ideas, surgery
     Matkosky’s goal was to make this Futura the only one of its kind on the planet. Every panel, inside and out, wears Matkosky’s custom signature – flawless planning, detailed execution, and a penchant for swimming upstream. The car has been cut and reshaped with major reconstructive surgery throughout. 
      The full custom interior is a weathered leather wonderland, with metal-finish elements that would seem at home in a Matrix movie. A digital dash signals critical info to the driver in glowing red lights. Performance-issue bucket seats serve only two occupants at a time in the Gila Monster. The rear seating area is used for audio stimulation only. The backseat space was needed for duct work for the twin, rear-mounted, air-to-water intercoolers. Fans suck air through the radiators via gills located in front of the rear tires. The forced air exits through vents in top of trunk.

    Door panels worthy of a six-figure show car.  

    Say my name
      Eight months into the 3.5 year build, which is still not complete per Matkosky, he decided to brand the car a “Cyclone” borrowing the name from Mercury. 
      “How many Fairmont purists are in the world that I gotta worry about offending by changing my Ford over to a Mercury?” said Matkosky. “And how many are gonna picket me for taking a long dead namesake and slapping it on my car?” 
      Cyclone lettering and decals add a provenance that the “Gila Monster” name couldn’t offer. 

    A mahogany Grant steering wheel is one of the many budget-friendly pieces on the Gila Monster.
    Driving designs
      Outside the Futura’s cocoon, scoops on the hood and vents for the intercooler on the decklid amplify the one-off mystic. Gills were added behind the doors above the rocker panels to feed/suck air to the heat exchangers. Out back, vintage-looking Mustang Cobra tail lights burn with bright, LED, sequential turn signals. The original aluminum bumpers have been massaged to integrate with the body better. The rear wing looks right at home out back and the black finish compliments the splitter ends under the front bumper. The black winged splitters were built to complete the visual by extending the twin, external oil cooler design up front. Almost forgetting, Matkosky’s drag racing roots required him to mini-tub the thing to get fatter tires out back.

    Gills were added to the Gila Monster, as functional design elements for the rear mounted intercoolers, via skillful TIG welding.

    Cyclone centerpiece is made of steel and flanked by Shelby tail lights.

    Everything about Gila Monster
      Matkosky tolerated a half dozen of my questions before he told me that everything I’d want to know about the car was on forum. 
      “The thread has 285-pages, plenty to read,” said Matkosky. 
      I soon dove into the details on the forum, but I’m far from finishing. There is so much that I didn’t cover, you owe it to him to read it. Really! The build is indexed and provides humor and insight for anyone willing to tackle a similar project. The quality of the work, ingenuity, and creativity is outstanding. A showstopper worthy of magazine, and feature car show accolades.
      It’s amazing what you can do with an old 1978 Fairmont with an engine block and transmission from a junkyard.

    Jody Potter
    — Junkyard Life

    Mike Matkosky, the creator of the Gila Monster Futura.

    A 1969 Mercury Cyclone emblem accents the grill.

    Distressed leather is wrapped throughout the interior.

    Cool lines baby! The reshaped Fairmont looks mean after extensive surgery.

    Matkosky estimates that the boosted 250-cubic inch engine makes 350-400 horsepower. No dyno time yet, only 300 miles since streetable.

    Air dam, splitter, whatever you call it, it keeps the design of twin, external oil coolers fluid. Looks aerodynamically sound to me.

    Heat escapes through the rear mounted heat exchangers and up and out of the decklid.

    Bumper ends were reworked all around. The 1970s were known for their bombastic battering ram bumpers. Not here.

    Quarter panel skins have been smoothed. One of the body lines no longer extend from doors back. Gives the body a chunkier feel.

    Property seating for track duty. Monster speaker setup in rear as well.

    Rear wing looks functional and reinforced with industrial strength steel.

    Beware the Shelby lights, if you see them on a Futura, it’s the one and only Gila Monster Cyclone.

    Unmistakable quarter windows on Fairmont Futuras.

    Matkosky’s creation recently made its  debut on the cruise night scene in Birmingham, Alabama.


    Junkyard donor engine (250-Inline six) from a Ford Maverick prior to removal.

    Tail light lenses blew off during transport from Arizona to Alabama.

    Grandma-fresh 1978 Ford Futura interior.

    Big bumper before the surgery.

    Original Ford Fairmont Futura drivetrain was not the key selling point for Matkosky.

    Headliner sag... sweet memories.

    Check out Matkosky’s YouTube channel (below) for more build progress moments. And if you want more custom madness from Mike Matkosky see his Resto Mod 1989 Mustang.

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