Volume III, Issue 5, Page 40

In previous installments, I briefly outlined the mechanical aspects of the Post Car and how they make the Biscayne get around. This time, we’ll talk about how the big tank gets me around, from the inside looking out.

I bought the Biscayne from pal Chuck Hanson (ACES, Horsepower TV, etc.), who had replaced the windshield for some reason or other. The rest of the glass is original. Chuck also cured the body (a fist-sized rot hole in at the bottom of each front fender) and slathered it with cheapie enamel in refrigerator white--over the original refrigerator white. Save for screwing on a Classic Industries right-hand side view mirror and inserting Year One door handles, I have done nothing to the exterior of the all-steel body. Eventually, though, I’ll attach the Classic repro lower grille section (see MC January,’08 “Get Some Trim”)

The door panels and kick panels, headliner, rear side panels (reproductions of these do not exist) as well as the rear seat, are original, 87,000-mile stuff. I don’t mind leaving the back seat as is because likely no one will ever have to suffer it. The front seats, especially the one I’ll be in, had to be a lot more accommodating. It was another one of those “you gotta leave the stock bench, man. Car just won’t look right without it.”

Attractively priced Corbeau TRS seats came in an unattractive shade of gray. Todd McCutchen took them to a friend who did them up in Year One Light Blue Madrid vinyl to match the original rear seat covering. They are firm, supportive, and they don’t hurt my hiney on the long haul. Ancient seat belts will soon be replaced by Juliano’s three-point restraints. Snug-fitting carpet is also Year One stuff, medium blue 80/20 loop.

Uh-huh. Who’s gonna drive this heap, you or me? Instead, I took some moderately-priced, foam-injected, lightweight (27 pounds apiece) Corbeau TRS buckets without ever having been in one. And it seems that my choice was a good one. On that long (820 miles) Tennessee to Florida drive, I discovered a very firm seat bottom and seat backs to match. After a 6-hour stint, I was able to get out of the car feeling refreshed and ready to get right back in it. Though Florida roads are not known for hairpin turns or much more than flat and straight, the seat’s bolsters keep my frame comfortably within bounds. With the bench seat, I’d have been sliding back and forth like shuttlecock. My aces were once again were Todd McCutchen and Benny Smith. To coincide with the rest of the interior, Todd had a friend redo the Corbeaus in Year One’s (M12) Light Blue Madrid vinyl.

The original package tray was warped and discolored. Todd laid in a Year One piece that looks like new. How many bobble-head dogs could you line up on this runway?