Tragedy from the past...
 

Oh man, that sucks.

A 4 speed GSX, Had to be a stage One car if it was a Stick. What a dang shame. Probably a Hyundi now.

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just think what you could get on ebay for that thing now!!!!

No, the scrap went to China with all our other steel scrap - and was made into a missile, which was then sold to North Korea, which is now either aimed at us or sold to Iran or Syria - in which case it's aimed at Israel. Oh boy... if they had just decided not to crush it. That hood itself is worth a pretty penny but it was just an old junker back then.

Thats crazy..
Yeah I saw the hurst shifter as well..
I love the GSX Stage 1 cars.
So sad..This car was only 5 years old :mad:
Scott

Tragedy from the future....
 

Tragedy from the future....

Wow, that friggin breaks my heart!

The GSX, I mean!

Geez..The way the pics are presented, is like "Oh my Gawd, can you BELIEVE that they crushed this car??" Well, yeah, I can...It was a wreck.

I don't think this is a case of someone carelessly crushing a good, repairable car....even if it was 1975.

Notice the pic on the upper right, the front wheel is still on the car, in the other pic (in the claw, up in the air) the wheels and it looks like most of the suspension /drivetrain are already gone. It looks like the pic in the upper right is not crusher-in-progress/claw damage, but rather, one taken as the car was, as it arrived after the accident. The bottom pic as well.

That amount of damage, to that part of the body and likely the frame would definately be a total insurance loss. Looks like it was put into a pole right at the A-pillar...ouch.

Hopefully, the drivetrain lived to fight another day in another bad Buick!

A much more painful thing to watch on video was that mopar (a 340 Challenger, I think it was?) that went into the crusher whole and completely undamaged in the original "gone in 60 seconds" movie. Now, THAT was a shame. The whole agonizing crush, from start to finish, is in the film...

If I am not mistaken, The original crash car was a Challenger, but if you examine the wreckage, it appears to be something other than a Chrysler product.

With the talent out there right now, That GSX would be streched, hammered and repaired and in The BJ by the end of the year, lol. Strange to that although one shot looks as if the drivetrain is missing, the interior shot has the shifter in it. Hmmmm........

The gone in 60 seconds film is a killer for me the salvage car is actually a 70 440 R/T I have the vin in slow motion JS23U0XXXXX :mad: And the crushed car is actually a 70 with 72 grille and tail lights check dash pad and marker lights seats steering wheel is all 70 also the R/T badges are :mad: It makes me cry every time...Damn now I have to watch that movie agin when I get home :unibrow:

My dad owned a wrecking yard when I was born. (we sold it when I was 18)

I cannot tell you how many classic cars we crushed. Hemi cudas (sans engines of course) challengers, 69 camaro rs/ss, I could go on and on. It sickened me every time. My older brother and I would beg my dad to not crush them.

"bah! they are worthless junk!"

oh, how he rues the day now though. Thankfully we still have a lot of collector stuff sitting around.

Cool, thanks for the details. It would be neat (if painful!) to see that clip again. Maybe someone will post it on YouTube, or something.

If you haven't seen this one yet,cool site.
 

Cool and painful at the same time. Who knew there were so damn many Superbirds and Daytonas dieing such ugly deaths.

I see so many good cars rotting like that, being allowed to slowly return to mother earth, by a-holes who think they have the most desirable car that ever existed, but at the same time, don't care enough to even try to protect or preserve them at all.

This reminds me...

A buddy of mine who was a teenager on long island in the early 60s used to walk to high school every day and this guy a few blocks from his house had a bone stock 32 ford 5-window, nice complete solid original car, all there, total dream hot rod raw material, just sitting in his side yard.

He happened to see the owner out in front of the house one day and asked the guy about the car and if it was for sale, and the answer was basically, "Oh, no no no....I'll never sell ol' Jezebel, no siree..gonna fix her up one day..." etc.

So, one day around a year later, he happens to see him out there again...and so he gets to talking to him and asks him if he'd made any progress with the car, and would he consider selling it. The answer was the same..."Oh, no, me and ol' Jezebel go way back...could never sell her...pretty soon I'm gonna start working on her, yessiree..."

This same routine went on here and there for years, with the 32 slowly getting rustier in the side yard, and slowly sinking into the ground.

My buddy happened to be home on holiday break from College (by now in his 4th year) and happened to see the owner outside again. The story remained unchanged. Ol' Jezebel was not going anywhere. "No sir-eee!"...

After college, getting established with work, shacking up with his wife-to-be and all that, some 20 years since he had first asked about the car, it's now around 1982 or so, he is home for a visit with his Dad and he decides to drive by and see if ol' Jezebel might still be around.

The years had not been kind to Ol' Jezebel... All the glass was busted out, there was hardly any of the black laquer paint left on the body, major rust issues had taken over (sitting under trees, and the salty long island air, and heavy condensation every single morning, had really taken their toll), several parts had been taken from the car, and it was sunk down to the axles in the dirt.

Just then, the screen door on the front of the house opened up, and the owner came out, he remembered my friend. They started talking about the car again, and the owner says, "...Well, I guess I'd better face up to the fact that I probably won't ever have the time to fix up ol' Jezebel. I was thinking now might be a good time to sell her."

Looking at my buddy with anticipation and nearly salivating, he asked him: "So Whaddaya think she's worth??". Obviously he still thought the car was worth a mint.

My Buddy looked the car over, rubbed his chin a little.

"About Eleven Dollars".

I dont know. A friend of mine that I grew up around in the San Fernando Valley(Ca.) said that when one of the guys wrecked his ride and it killed him, that the car would almost always be sent to the crusher out of respect (unless, of course, their was "special" circumstances) Maybe the person driving that Buick didn't make it so the car didnt either ;)