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Have any of you out there had any interesting experiences in your Pantera?

I drive my Pantera a lot and live in a small town. I normally do all my oil changes myself but for some reason one day I decided to have a local "quick oil change" shop service the Pantera.

As a tech walked up to the car he said "I don't think we can work on your car since I doubt we have the oil filter for it." I asked him if he had a Fram PH8A filter for a 351C powered '71 Mustang. No problem, he replied. I said "That's the one I will need." "OH!" he said "Pull on forward".

All the techs had tons of questions about the Pantera and I was more than happy to answer all of them. That's all part of the fun of Pantera ownership.

They acted as if a million dollar car had just arrived and treated with with respect and awe. They did a fantastic job, lubed the u-joints and half shafts (after I showed them where), then filled it up with the 20W50 Mobil One I requested, vacuumed out the interior and checked the air pressure in the tires.

All the while they had huge smiles on their faces.

The manager approched me when they finished and asked me if I wouldn't mind pulling it out of the bay myself. They didn't want to get it dirty.

I pulled forward out of the service bay, and shut the car off so I could go inside and pay.

The manager walked up and thanked me for coming in with the car. "All we ever see here day in and day out are pickup trucks and Buicks. We sure appreciate you coming in with your Pantera."

I responded that I appreciated the great service and was glad they enjoyed working on it. "Now where is my bill so I can get you paid?", I asked.

"No charge" he said, "You made our day!"

I have had many things like this happen to me in the many years I have owned the Pantera.

Any of you out there have one to share?

Jim
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Another Story....In 2002, I took my nephew, Hesston on a trip for his High School Graduation (See Snow Cats) in the Pantera. We toured Colorado and we had an absolute blast for a week or so. We had no real plans, no real itinerary...we went where we wanted and stopped where we wanted.

After an overnight stay in Aspen, we were headed east toward Denver on I-70 and my nephew was driving (he drove nearly the entire trip). We were about 30 miles from Breckenridge where we had planned on staying the night. All of a sudden this guy in a white late model pick up truck pulls along side and begins honking his horn like a mad man! He was motioning for Hesston to roll down his window. Hesston looked over at me as if to say "Who is this guy?!!" I told Hesston to go ahead and find out what he wanted. Hesston rolled down the window and the guy starts screaming really loud....of course we are driving 75 mph in a loud car, lots of wind noise and the whole bit...anyway, he starts screaming "I'VE GOT ONE OF THOSE!!!!! I'VE GOT A PANTERA! WOULD YOU PULL OVER SO I CAN TALK WITH YOU?" I noticed he was grinning from ear to ear and he looked harmless enough, so we agreed to pull over. The guy in the truck yelled back, "FOLLOW ME!" Hesston and I looked at each other and wondered what was in store.

The more we thought about it, the more nervous we got....were we being lured into an ambush? We followed the truck to the next exit and pulled into a business' parking lot (we felt like at least there would be witnesses in case we got robbed) and Hesston shut off the Pantera. We weren't even unbuckled yet when the driver of the white truck bounded over to us and began rushing around the car. He was asking a million questions all at once....Where are you from? Where are you going? Where did you get those wheels? Where do you find parts? And then we found out he had purchased his Pantera brand new in 1972, as I recall. He still had it but didn't drive it much. He kept it in a hanger in the next town with his airplanes. Yeah, right we thought...airplanes! "You hardly ever see anyone driving these anymore!" he said.

After talking with him for what seemed like 10 minutes, he suddenly apologized and said "Oh Man! I haven't even introduced myself! Hi! My name is Bob Lazier. You probably don't know me but you might have heard of my son, Buddy Lazier. He just won the Indy 500." Hesston and I just looked at each other, shook our heads in disbelief and smiled.

Bob said "Hey! Where are you staying tonight?" "We thought we would end up in Breckenridge," we said. "Well, I own a hotel in Vail, and it's just down the road. Come stay at my place....stay as long as you want. It's on me!" Once again, Hesston and I looked at each other and grinned....OK! We said.

As we followed Bob back to his gorgeous hotel in Vail (Tivoli Lodge - if you are interested) Hesston and I had to pinch each other to be sure it was all real.

We had a phenomenal time in Vail, to say the least. That evening Bob invited us up to his place (the entire top floor of the hotel!) then gave us a personal tour of Vail, his airplanes (retired air force jets!) and told us stories of what Buddy did with the Viper GTS he got as part of winning the Indy 500. Suffice to say that Vail's streets are still smoking from the tire marks courtesy of that Viper. burn rubber

Had we been driving ANY other exotic car, or any other type of car for that matter, we would never have met these great people. Smiler

Pantera ownership has it's priviges. If you don't drive it, you won't find out. Big Grin

The photo above of the man standing next to my Pantera is Bob Lazier.

Jim
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Originally posted by Pantera 4134:
Jim,
Wow what a memorable experience.
What about his Pantera? Any pics of the jets?
Jeff


Jeff,

We never got out to the hanger where he had his "running" jets and Pantera. The Pantera and jets were stored in an airport hanger about 20 miles west of Vail. The jet we did see was an air force training jet called a "Pinto"(No, not the one that competed against the Vega). I am not into planes so I wasn't that interested in it and therefore have no photos of it. He was having someone restore it! I recall him saying that it was going to be fun to fly because you could see most of Colorado in about a half and hour!

It was very interesting to hear Bob talk about how he and his wife arrived in Vail just as the town was gearing up to become a tourist mecca. Bob started out as a bus boy cleaning tables at the restaurant where his wife was a waitress.

Suffice to say, they did very well for themselves in the following years.

Jim

I had always known that someday, I would own a Pantera. I knew the moment I first set eyes on one that fateful day in 1972 when my parents went new car shopping at the local Albuquerque, New Mexico Lincoln Mercury dealer. There was a white Pantera sitting outside the dealership on a ramp. I had no idea what it was at the time, but it called to me like a moth to the flame.

A couple years later, still in Albuquerque, I was now 13 years old and my best friend, Brian and I were riding bikes a few miles from my house. Ever since I had first seen that first Pantera, I no longer considered my bike just a bike....it was my Pantera. Brian rode a Ferrari because his bike had a sissy bar roll on floor

We were cruising through a small shopping center on our exotic bikes when we literally skidded to a stop. About 20 feet in front of us, sitting outside of a ski shop sat a yellow and black Pantera painted like a GTS. We slowly circled the car in silent awe. That's when I noticed the "For Sale" sign laying on the dash. I asked Brian, "How in the world could anyone want to sell something that gorgeous!!!" Seeing it sitting there it was obvious you could get a ticket just for looking too fast.

Was it fate that brought me into that parking lot? Was I there so that I could see that Pantera for sale? Funds were slim in my 13 young teenage wallet...in fact non-existent was more like it....but I could dream! Looking at the "For Sale" sign in the window of that Pantera it didn't matter...the price wasn't shown...just the sellers name...for more information call "Jim" at XXX-XXXX. I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT! The owner of his Pantera has the same name I did!! That was a true sign that I would indeed have a Pantera someday!!!! I don't think I slept for weeks after that fateful day.

Fast forward 13 years and my dream came true. My wife and I bought a Pantera. Did I mention I have the best wife in the world? It was her idea to go shopping for a Pantera!

We ended up selling our first Pantera in 1990 and for three very parched, drought stricken years, we were Pantera-less. 1993 changed all that and once again things were right with the world when our current Pantera came into our lives.

Our Pantera had been painted in a burgandy/black GTS paint scheme but I didn't particularly care for it since sometimes it looked brown, sometimes black, sometimes purple...depending on the amount of light hitting it. I had always remembered that yellow/black Pantera in that parking lot back in 1974 and decided that would be the "new" color. Besides, It's hard to mistake a yellow car for any other color.

We drove our Pantera everywhere and many times up to northern New Mexico. There are some incredible driving roads up there that were made just for a Pantera to carve up. On one of our trips to a ski resort town about 175 miles north called Angel Fire (just a few hundred people live there) we were driving around and happened to stop at a small grocery store for some snacks.

As we walked out of the store, as is normal, there was a guy checking out the Pantera. We got to talking and found out he had owned a Pantera once upon a time. He now owned a small body shop in Angel Fire and asked us if we could follow him over to his shop so he could get his camera and take some photos of our car since it reminded him of his. We said sure, since his shop was just around the corner.

We got to his shop and that's when we realized that we hadn't introduced ourselves...we had just started talking cars and forgot all about names! I said, "My name is Jim and this is my wife Cynthia" and he said "Hi, my name is Jim". He went inside his shop and came out with a camera and a photo album so he could show me the Pantera he once owned.

Imagine my shock when everything suddenly fell into place...the photos showed several old photographs of a yellow/black Pantera painted like a GTS. He said that he took the pictures when he had decided to sell the car back in 1974. He said, I used to own a Ski Shop called Rocky Mountain Ski in Albuquerque and that's where the photos were taken.

The shock on my face was only matched my the look on his face when I told him about Brian and I riding our bikes that one fateful day in 1974.

The photo above is Jim, the Ski Shop/Pantera Owner in 1974, standing next to our Pantera in Angel Fire, New Mexico in 1995.
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Originally posted by A Hudson:
Hey Jim, just got to this thread. Fabulous stuff. Do you realize you probably just wrote 2 articles (or 3?) for the Pantera magazine?

Even if it doesn't go 'ink', your stories are fabulous. Great to have you.


Good to hear from you again Adams!

Does that seem like a strange introduction from me? If you have a copy of Performance Market Monthly Volume 1, Number 9, July 1987 check out the story on the cover Smiler

Jim
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Originally posted by F.A.S.T.:
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Originally posted by A Hudson:
Hey Jim, just got to this thread. Fabulous stuff. Do you realize you probably just wrote 2 articles (or 3?) for the Pantera magazine?

Even if it doesn't go 'ink', your stories are fabulous. Great to have you.


Good to hear from you again Adams!

Does that seem like a strange introduction from me? If you have a copy of Performance Market Monthly Volume 1, Number 9, July 1987 check out the story on the cover Smiler

Jim


You have also just qualified yourself as the world's reigning PACK RAT CHAMPION! Man, if you kept those things, you must have an entire wing of nearly useless auto journalism!

I'd have to go into my attic, breathe in 1980's mustiness, find that article and then trip down the attic stairs. Refresh me... it's story time again!
Adams,

Pack rat! You have no idea Smiler I still have all of the advertisements of Panteras for sale that I cut out of the back of Dad's Road & Track subscription in the 1970's! Dads magazines looked like Swiss cheeze after I got done with them. Even though I was only 12 years old when I started my quest for a Pantera, by the time I bought one 13 years later, I knew more about the cars than the owners did Smiler

That was the jist of the note I sent you when you were doing the PMM newsletter in the late 80's.

I can't believe that my name didn't sound familiar to you...I mean, it has only been 23 years since I sent one note to you Smiler Your name was instantly recognizable to me....I have never even heard of another person named Adams Hudson!

At the time, you were searching for a Pantera as well. Glad to see you finally ended up with one...I like the color!

Jim
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Originally posted by F.A.S.T.:
That was the jist of the note I sent you when you were doing the PMM newsletter in the late 80's.

I can't believe that my name didn't sound familiar to you...I mean, it has only been 23 years since I sent one note to you Smiler Your name was instantly recognizable to me....I have never even heard of another person named Adams Hudson!

At the time, you were searching for a Pantera as well. Glad to see you finally ended up with one...I like the color!

Jim


Thanks Jim. Glad you kept that article. I read your posts too fast to have picked up your LAST name since I have met a few Jims since PMM days.

I did end up with a Pantera back then. As the 'editor' I didn't publicize this little tidbit, but this is my 8th one.

There was a BIG gap of years before the current one, but it has been a very worthwhile reunion. Just as having you here is turning out to be!

Far as you liking the color, you are clearly a man of superior taste.
Jim,
I have also enjoyed reading all of your stories.
But c’mon between you an Adams I sense a man crush here.
And do not be afraid to tell him his car looks like a large amphibian. If you dig back to an Adams' post last year there is a picture of a real amphibian perched on his bumper.
But it may just be a photo shop picture.
Jeff

PS: Yes Adams he is a man of "superior taste" . Look more closley at Jim's avatar. The perfect color for a Pantera!
Poor come back Adams, but I will stop for now and get back on topic.

My first Pantera #4060 I purchased in Ohio back in the mid 70’s. I moved to Atlanta and the new wife wanted a house. Being the good spouse and having no cash (all in the Pantera) I sold it in 1980 (?)
For years I wondered what had become of #4060. Since the time of the 2 Pantera registries I would check monthly to see if it had been listed. Late in December 2009. #4060 was registered on Prova Mo. Chuck Melton e-mailed the current owner and we ended talking for almost 2 hours. Here is the weird part. The current owner also lives in metro Atlanta only 30 minutes from me. He bought it from a friend about a year ago (also in the same area) who had #4060 for over 15 years. So my long search for my first Pantera turned out to be found in my own back yard.

Soon I hope to be meeting up with the current owner and will get pics of both cars together.
Jeff
What come back Jeff? Maybe you meant "PLEASE come back, Adams". So I did.

Good story about the return of the prodigal Pantera. I have never even thought to look for an 'ex' car. Probably should get some VINs and check out ProvaMo.

The first Pantera I ever saw on the road was a white one in college. A few of my friends, knowing my car lust had seen it as well. One day I was told in horror, "AND A LADY drives it!".

We were kind of sick to hear that. So the assumptions arose...

We all figured she was some rich lady, with no idea nor any appreciation of what she had, and a husband who just threw it to her like a new purse. Yep, we had her pegged, undeserving wench.

One day, at the only foreign/sports car place in town where my MGB kept near-permanent residence, I saw the Pantera. Interested, I wandered to it, and in the driver's seat lay a note.

In lady's handwriting were remarks about, "...and check the vacuum advance. Seems to open up too slow; secondaries may need re-jetting..."

The "unappreciative wench" suddenly became alarmingly attractive. And of course, so did the car.
Jim,

I kept glancing at this post when I had a few minutes to spare as I avoided "must-do" things at work, and could tell I was going to enjoy reading your stories slowly, allowing the images to form in my head as I read.

Thank you for taking the time to share them with us all. I certainly wish that I had the vivid memory for details that you do.

My first Pantera encounter was while on a trip with my Dad in the summer of 1972 and I still remember seeing that gorgeous red Pantera parked outside the Motel we stayed at one night somewhere in Pennsylvania. Seeing the car was a turning point in my life. From then on, sports cars, and the Pantera in particular consumed way more of my thoughts than was reasonable.

It wasn't until decades later when my wife and I were coming home from visiting my ailing father that we made the decision. We had been discussing the tragedy of seeing a great man work hard his entire life and put off too many of his dreams until it was too late. I said to her that I had always wanted a Pantera since the day I first saw one that night so long before and she said "then we should get one" (I will argue with you Jim about who actually has the best wife in the world!). We started what we thought would be a long search but only two weeks later we found what we thought was the perfect Pantera. She had been advertised on the PI board and was only five hours drive from our home.

The seller had searched long and far for his perfect car and unfortunate circumstances forced the sale of the car he thought he would own forever. She had only 13,000 documented miles along with complete paperwork back to new. After a thorough inspection I was confident that this was indeed the right car for me. An hour later I was making the five hour drive back home in "1826". It was a long day and just past dusk when I rolled (rumbled?) back into town. My very first stop — even before going home — was to see my Dad and show him my prize. The look on his face was a complex one that went from disbelief to shock to amazement and finally to pride. He was proud that he had raised me well, to be successful enough to enable the purchase such a car. I think he was proud also that I had learned that life can be far too short, and sometimes you really do need to stop and chase your dreams.

Mark
Here's my Pantera story of weird connections:

1980 - ( I'm 18) In my apartment building I always checked out different Panteras that this guy kept parking in his spot. One day we started talking and he owned a shop that imports and modifies Panteras (Queens, NY). I saw so many 8-weber manifolds on Panteras it seems like an odd dream. I spent many hours there checking out his cars and getting some custom stuff done for my '67 Nova.

1980-2005 - Always wanted a Pantera, checking the paper occasionally for Panteras for sale, something I could restore in my spare time.

2005 - !!! "Pantera for sale,disassembled, needs restoration". I make a call and find out he's the cousin of the guy from 1980! The car's in Brooklyn and somebody already left $100 to hold it, but he said call back in the morning.
I call back , car was already gone!!

2007 - Pantera for sale - "Bodywork/paint done, needs completion, have all parts". I make a call and the car is at a bodyshop (the guy owns)less than a mile from my house. It turns out it was the car from 2005!! He beat me to it back then, but after starting the restoration, he missed his cobra that he sold and decided to switch projects and build another cobra.I was first one there and while making a deal with him, the phone was ringing off the hook for the car. I got it. All parts were there, correct #'s engine and transaxle, etc.

2010 - Car is 100% complete and ready to drop engine in. Engine dynoed at 434 hp , 413 lbs torque @ 6700rpm. Should be driving by Spring.

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The Road to Silver State is Not a Straight One - Part One

In 1999, after hearing so much about the Nevada Silver State Open Road Race (a 90 mile closed road race in northern Nevada). I talked with Cynthia about the possibility of driving our Pantera in it. I knew I didn't want to put the roll cage and stuff in the Pantera which is required when running in the 120mph and up classes. I figured the 110 mph class was fine.

Now I have to let you in on a secret here....I live in New Mexico and compared to the rest of the world we have very little traffic on our roads. I not only live in New Mexico, but I live in what could be considered a rural area as well. My parents are elderly and I go check on them several times a week and they live about 30 miles (one way) from our house. 99% of the time, the Pantera gets the nod for the mode of transportation to their place. So basically, every time I take the Pantera for a drive, I usually don't put much less than 75 miles on it. In addition, places to go seem to be pretty spread out in this neck of the tumbleweeds ("woods" for you greener folks) and with not much traffic on the roads....well, you get the picture. This is after all, a Pantera story. Lets just say, "spirited" driving is my style.

That said, driving in the Silver State Classic Challenge was not going to be about being able to drive for 90 miles at 110 mph (I can do that right here within a few miles of my house) but it was more about being part of "The Team".

Dennis Antenucci has been spearheading Team Pantera Racing effort at most every Silver State Classic Challenge for better than 15 years now. Dennis was looking to field a team of 10 Panteras for the September 1999 event. What is really so impressive about Panteras running in these events (and doing VERY well, I might add) is the fact that we are talking about cars from the early 1970's competing with new Vipers, new Corvettes, new Ferrari's and such. You notice I say "new" a lot, that because most of the cars competing are NEW. There are EXTREMELY few vintage cars running these events.

I think it is totally cool that the old vintage Pantera iron can hang with most anything on the road today.

Sorry for chasing that rabbit...now back to our story.

I got the OK to race in the Silver State with one condition from Cynthia. We would have a family vacation to California before the race. Her plan was that, Joshua, my son who was 4 years old at the time, and I would drive the Pantera to California. Cynthia and my daughter (she was 2 at the time), would fly the next day into Los Angeles. Joshua and I would pick them up at LAX. We would then as a family go to the beach, Disneyland and anything else we could think of. After our family vacation, I would take the three of them back to LAX and they would fly home and I would head to Nevada to race.

Let's see...that would add about 1000 miles to my Silver State Trip...sounded good to me!

I knew driving in the Silver State Classic would be a once in a lifetime event for me and I decided that if I were going to race, the Pantera would look even MORE like a race car than it already did. I had an absolute ball designing the "sponsor" (read bogus) logos and such. I contacted a local sign shop that make vinyl letters and had them make what I wanted. It took several days to apply everything but when it was done, the Pantera really did LOOK like a race car.

You can imagine what people thought as THIS passed them by on the freeway! P.S. Nope, that's not my house in the background...I "borrowed" it for the photo. Cool


My thought (a good one by the way) was to try to average a minimum of 90 mph for the 800 or so miles from our house to Los Angeles. My reasoning was to do a "pre-race" warm up, figuring if I had no problems with the Pantera going that fast, that far....driving 110 mpg for 90 miles in the actual race would be a cake walk.

Oh, by the way, in a separate posting, Adams Hudson asked about where my idea for the front fender stripes came from. I got the idea from the Shelby Cobra racing days. Most of the Cobras were painted the same color and were differentiated only by the number painted on the car. Problem was when a Cobra was flying into the pits, it wasn't always easy to tell what the number was to figure out who was driving...and who should be working on the car. Shelby came up with the idea of painting different colored stripes (usually two)on one of the fenders so that the could identify the cars easier.

I always liked the Cobras with those stripes and came up with the idea of a three stripe design in the colors of the Italian flag. I took some masking tape and started playing with the stripe location moving it forward or backward as it either looked right or didn't. I then decided that the stripes should angle backward towards the passenger doors which gave the design a "speed forward" look, in my opinion.

I had thought for many years that I had come up with this design all in my own head. It was Linda Adler, former publlisher of Pantera International, that sent me a photo of a Group 4 Pantera in Switzerland with the identical stripe and I have never seen it before in my life! I thought that was totally bizarre!

Oh Man, another rabbit run over.....my appolgies!

Joshua and I left in the Pantera early one morning, hurled the Pantera toward California and arrived in LA the same afternoon, 815 miles later. This one day drive was only bested by another Pantera trip Joshua and I took to Boise, Idaho....that one was 1,011 miles in one day.

I type slower than I drive Big Grin....to be continued.....
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