1971 Plymouth Cuda $1,299,900 | |
Car Ad from: Hemmings View Original Ad | |
Price: | $1,299,900 |
Contact: | View Original Ad from Hemmings |
Location: | Charlotte, NC |
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Whether we like it or not basic Psychology confirms that stereotypes both positive and negative are usually founded in reality. That means all those catchy sayings youve heard about North Carolina country boys being brave polite and simple are absolutely true. See gearheads in the Tar Heel state know all it takes to have a good time is something with an engine something with bullets or somewhere with a little bit of land. And that basic outlook on life is probably why weve built such a great reputation as fun-loving free-spirited adventurers. The all-original time capsule Cuda you see here was custom-ordered by one of North Carolinas most fearless backwoods daredevils and spent most of its life sitting in his world-class car and motorcycle collection. Not only is the car packed full of rare and unique options its also equipped with a top-of-the-line high performance drivetrain still covered in original paint and still cradling a 2010 mile original Hemi V8. We all know time travel however desirable it may be as a phenomenon thats only found in fiction. But when you take one look at this untouched Plymouth survivor the ultimate lowest mileage reference-grade Hemicuda in existence youll begin to question both your sense of time and perception! Theres a reason per auctions results the 1971 Hemicuda is the most valuable muscle car of all time: they were unique and exclusive cars even when new. And as with any hand-picked hobby car you really cant get a feel for this Plymouths significance until you thoroughly understand its owner. Zachary Taylor Reynolds born in 1938 lived a life most people only dream about. He was the grandson of the worlds biggest tobacco tycoon the son of a prominent political figure and the heir to seemingly unlimited money fame and intelligence. By the early 1900s the Reynolds familys penchant for reckless behavior was already a subject of national conversation. But in the midst of the roaring 20s Zachs dad Dick Reynolds and the uncle Zach was named for sealed the deal by becoming well-known members of New Yorks Gotham club scene and transporting Mafia bootleggers on their personal planes. Eventually that risky lifestyle gave way to Zachs uncle dying under mysterious circumstances and Dick moving back to Winston-Salem to become a pillar of the community and the Mayor of the city. But Dick was a natural wonderer and although he wanted to settle down and raise his young family he just couldnt resist a chance to sign up for the Navy and rediscover adventure. Unfortunately his combat service in World War II did not quell his appetite for new acquaintances and it wasnt long until his wife Elizabeth learned of her pending divorce via a popular radio news show. Now charged with raising four kids by herself Zachs mother decided he and his younger brother would eschew the prominent private educations of her two eldest sons in favor of public schools and summers on the familys 12000 acre estate. A few years later with only one parent in the house and 22 miles of fenced in property at his fingertips nine year old Zach had already become an avid gun enthusiast; a skill that would later net him a national marksmanship title. And by the time he attended R.J. Reynolds high school Zach had already established his first motorcycle club and become a race winning rider. Unfortunately the unscathed survival of a few serious wrecks slowly convinced young Zach of his perceived indestructibility and he began spending most of his nights terrorizing the streets of the town his family essentially founded. The police were none-to-happy about Zachs penchant for blatant street racing and daredevil trickery and at his mothers urging made him spend many nights in jail and eventually revoked his license. Not to be outsmarted and knowing North Carolina doesnt require a license to operate a tractor Zach simply re-geared one of his familys rigs and happily chugged up and down Winston-Salems quaint country roads at speeds |