Here she is - 1964 Dodge Dart 270. Two door, 225 ci slant six, push button automatic trans.
The story starts as many before it have; "I was looking on craigslist and found blank" well this was what I found last fall. The ad read "1964 Dodge Dart- needs transmission. Not rusty". What have we here? A clean, original looking, 60's American car that doesn't appear to be owned by some old curmudgeon or wanna be drag racer? Color me excited. I called the number, talked to a nice young woman and arranged to come view it that evening.
Well, not exactly. She said she wasn't going to be home but "the car was in the garage and it was open, so I could just wander in and take a look". So, I thought I was potentially being led into the grasp of some cult leader, or mass murderer, or lord only knows what, but the allure of an ugly 60's car was too much for me. I would laugh in the face of death and go to an unknown garage and poke around. As I'm navigating traffic to get to the inner city to take a gander, she calls me: "I'll actually be home so I can show you the car tonight". Great.
I get to her house, she leads me around the back to the garage, and poking out of the half-closed barn doors is this lovely little Dodge Dart. It's a 2 door, it has really cool styling, and as I inspect it closer in her cramped garage it is clean. Like down south it's whole life no rust anywhere clean. It's scuzzy, there are cobwebs under it everywhere, but it's not rusty and under the hood is relatively sanitary. Someone had been in there and done some level of maintenance. It has it's share of bruises; one of the headlight rings is battered, one door barely opens, the paint is kinda crappy, and it has some dents. She says it runs good, and judging by how not disgusting the engine bay is I tend to believe her. I ask her about the transmission, she says one day it just won't shift out of first so she parked it. Supposedly the trans in her truck went out that same day and she prioritized her newer pickup over the Dart. I ask if I can hear it run. She says, well, that's the thing... I lost the keys. She says she's going to call a locksmith and have new ones made, and that I could come back in a couple days and check it out when the new keys are made. I mull it over and head home sans Dart.
On the way home I call my Dad and talk to him about it- I'm excited but unsure. I get home and talk to my Fiance about the car, show her some google images, and describe the situation. I like the car, I want the car, but it seems almost too good to be true- it's inexpensive, really clean, and though I can't hear it run seems like it would come to life pretty easily. I'm not exceptionally trusting so I'm wary of the deal, and I don't want to wait for her to potentially forget to have keys made up. Up here in Minnesota ANY old car is deemed worth thousands upon thousands of dollars, let alone something interesting that isn't rusty. Finally it is suggested that I just call her back and make her a low offer and offer to drag the car out of there, no keys, never hearing it run, basically I offer to get rid of it for her that night. A clean break for her, a new adventure for me. I call her back, she accepts my offer, and my Dad and I head into the city with his Colorado and a tow strap. It's October. It's like 730 at this point so it's dark, it's raining. We're wearing sunglasses (not really, couldn't resist the blues brothers reference). I exchange money for a signed title (no keys), and we push the car into the alley. I stab the brakes with my foot as I'm going to be doing the braking in the vehicle behind, and we set off.
The ride home behind the Colorado was surprisingly uneventful. The lights barely worked, but the car steered and stopped just fine. It rode nice too, felt solid. There weren't any huge bangs or clatters over bumps, and without the engine running it was very quiet. We get it home, push it in the garage, and get to work. A friend of mine comes over and we hotwire the thing and get it running in no time. We let it idle for a bit then take it around the block to see how the trans acts. It acts like a 3 speed automatic transmission. It shifts quickly but it gets all 3 gears and seems to stay in them just fine. I drove it to work the next day with a big grin on my face.
TLDR; I buy an unknown 52 year old car in a dark sketchy alley on a rainy October night with no keys and a bad transmission. I flat tow it home for it's first drive and hot wire it when I get home. I drive it to work the next day and it is awesome.