Impaladventure Part 2: Jamming It Home, More Details

Jack Baruth
by Jack Baruth
impaladventure part 2 jamming it home more details

After over nine hundred miles in a single night, the Impala and I bedded down in my little subdivision to wait for Mark and his U-Haul to catch up, which he did later Tuesday afternoon.

Come the sunrise on Wednesday… well, I was still asleep. But a few hours later, after airing-up the flat left rear and the flattening right front, we got on the move.


83,929 miles: Down the street from my house, I put nine gallons into the Impala. At the counter, the clerk notices my “PRS Signature Club” T-shirt. “You play a Paul Reed Smith?” he asks.

“Oh yeah,” I respond, “I have four Private Stocks, some Wood Libraries, two of the Korina Collection, a Brazzy-neck Modern Eagle, some other stuff.”

“Man, I would love to have any of those,” he offers. We chat a bit more, and I talk to him about starting my own business in my twenties and the risk/reward equation inherent in doing so. Then I walk out to the car. When I drive past the window in the ’81 Impala, I see his face drop in disappointment as he realizes he’s obviously been talking to a poverty-stricken congenital liar. It’s all I can do to not run to the house, load the Chevy’s dingy cloth interior with guitars, and return. I feel like I’ve let him down. I imagine him in prison, twenty years from now, blaming his downward spiral on me. “Yeah, man, for one shining minute I thought hard work would pay off, but then I saw that the guy was actually driving a crappy old domestic. So I started harvesting copper pipes from senior-citizen housing.”

84,190 miles: At the Love’s travel stop down the street from Kentucky Speedway, the racing vendors are out in full force and a surprisingly number of stunningly beautiful women are just milling around. I get the feeling it’s a meetup of the Bud Light girls before they work the event. Being painfully close to the Young MC lament of having no money and no car, I keep my mack game to myself. In any event, I’m more shaken than stirred; filling the tires all the way has revealed a dashboard-earthquaking periodic vibration in the Impala’s running gear. It’s enough to make my spleen hurt.

I’ve come to a realization about this 1981 Impala, and that realization is like so: There’s absolutely nothing about it that would surprise or confuse the owner of a 1955 Chevrolet sedan. The twenty-six years between the tri-fives and this B-body barely exist. The technology is basically the same. The controls are the same. The amount of available power is the same. The cars aren’t that dissimilar in size, the 1977 “downsized” car basically returning to the 1963 form factor after a decade’s worth of bloat.

Where was the progress in two and a half decades? There wasn’t any. Disc brakes standard in front, better suspension geometry. That’s it. I love these cars, I love the GM full-sizers, I love the Panthers when I’m not recovering from side-impact accidents in one, but it’s no wonder the Japanese kicked our ass. A 1977 Accord is like a spaceship compared to this thing. You can’t sit still for nearly three decades and expect the competition to do the same. The fact that the 1984 FWD fullsizers were garbage just made it worse. YOU HAD ONE JOB, guys. The pace of change in cars, even GM cars, in the years between 1981 and 2007 completely dwarfed what happened in the quarter-century before. The ’55 Chevy owner wouldn’t have any trouble operating this Impala, but fast-forward the 1981 buyer to 2007 and he’d be unable to figure out ninety percent of the ancillary controls. Bluetooth? CD player? Tiptronic shift? Push-button start? How does all this work? How do you fix it when it breaks?

Look at that trim blank. Who signed off on that? Who installed it? At any point in the enterprise, from drawing board to pre-sale inspection, did anybody give a shit? Who thought this would be good enough for the American people? The only part of this car that really holds up is the exterior styling, which is still light-years beyond the porky-pig-looking crap GM is trying to sell today. In 1977 General Motors led the market in design, if nothing else. Today they lead it in government assistance.

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84,219 miles: It’s been drizzling off and on. My biggest fear on this trip was that it would rain enough to make standing water the order of the day; the Impala doesn’t have enough tread on the back tires to maintain highway speeds in those conditions and I’d be a sitting duck for semis running up behind me with the hammer down. But as the rain fades and my concerns ease, I see traffic come to a halt ahead. For the next fifty minutes I bake in the sun while the 229 V-6 stumbles and fumes, moving ahead five feet at a time. I remember the phrase “vapor lock” and I think about how the Variable Venturi carb in my Marquis wouldn’t have been able to cope with this situation at all.

Just when I think I’m going to start getting physically sick from the heat and the sitting and the general cumulative effects of the past two days, I make it past the closed lane. Just this one time, I pin the accelerator to the floor and let the big coupe fly for twenty or so miles, the windows down, pulling the heat and the agitation out, leaving it behind.

84,255 miles: Nearly there! I’m confident enough to take a detour to the amphitheater in New Albany, Indiana for some photography and a brief look around. The tires have held pressure, the engine has run as well as I could expect. A few miles off the route can’t hurt.

After some photos, it’s time to take the Impala the rest of the way, to Greenville, Indiana.

84,271 miles: Mark’s father is waiting for me as I roll slowly up the gravel driveway, waving me to a stop behind his ’67 Thunderbird. “You know,” he offers, “I think the ‘Bird is in better shape than this one.” He’s right. But that didn’t stop us from making the trip. While I unpack the car, he and I talk about the plans he has to work on the car with his son. For years, they owned a trucking firm together; now they’ll be working on this Impala in the evenings.

Here’s the thing when you write about cars, and it isn’t something you realize right away. Yeah, the new-car press events and the road tests and whatnot are primarily about the fresh metal and the specs and the performance and the plastic quality and the warranty and half the time we’d serve the reader better by just reprinting the press materials. But in the long run all of that stuff is meaningless. In the long run what matters is how we interact with cars, our human stories, the way they carry us, steel and rubber, down the skeins of our lonely existences.

This Impala has had a lot of stories. Some we cannot know; they are lost to us, though they may be vivid to the people who lived them. For the last 1,249 miles, the story of the Impala has belonged to me, and I’ve shared it with you, so it’s yours now, as well. The next chapters will be written by Mark and his family, and I can’t wait to read them.

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  • -Nate -Nate on Jun 29, 2014

    " Looney tunes is that clean tuning and low emissions won’t keep your car legal. It has to have all of its original smog gear in place too." Yes it will . Obviously you are not a Mechanic and don't understand how SMOG equipments work . Not long ago I bought a clapped out 1976 GMC with the 292 C.I.D. I6 engine and dual fuel tanks ~ it burned a quart of oil every 150 miles (!) and had ALL the incredibly complex California SMOG equipments there but disconnected ~ being the pedantic Journeyman Mechanic goofball I am , I ever so carefully re connected all of them , correctly , then tuned it (something like $300 worth of hoses on a $700 truck) and it *WHISTLED* through the SMOG test @ less than .02 % CO and under 400 PPM HC , it was allowed 700 PPM IIRC . It also ran like a raped ape and got 25 MPG's . So yes ,it is possible to have the best of both worlds , you just have to understand what the hell you're doing with that bent screwdriver in your greasy hand =8-) . BTW : from '77 ~ '? Chevy _OWNED_ the P.D. Crusier Market ! . _OWNED_IT_ . I was there , those were terrific , good looking , great handling , _FAST_ cars that Panthers will never touch in any way . -Nate

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    • -Nate -Nate on Jun 30, 2014

      @28-Cars-Later Actually ; The truck was a special order for North American Van Lines , they used it to move large heavy boxes so the long bed was in amazingly good shape when this old Mexican guy bought it and removed the rear window & installed a really solid heavy duty shell on it then padded the pass through and bed sides , used it for a decade or two to go from Los Angeles to his Ranch deep in Mexico full of laughing happy families and children . He said he ' saved money ' by having it ' serviced ' South of the Border and many of those down there simply don't ken how to properly fix anything much less GM's basic anvil on wheels that this truck was . Luckily they didn't throw much out under the hood so I as able to re connect everything then do a _MAJOR_ tune up to make it run right as rain . What they'd done to the electrical system and dashboard was a whole 'nother thing ~ I had to scavenge _everything_ from the plentiful selection of '73 ~ '87 Chevy/GMC trucks and Suburbans littering the Junkyards , by the time I was finished it had full DeLuxe dash and instrumentation including the quartz clock that kept perfect time , Delco AM/FM Cassette radio , on and on ~ . I bought it to make one important job , poured $3,700.00 worth or parts into it then stupidly gave it away to the rip off charity cars place , they talked big but only gave me a $500 tax receipt for it then back doored it to a used car lot that polished it's original red paint to a high shine and stupidly left it street parked on sweeping day with expired tags so it was impounded by a cooked tow company... All in all it was a GREAT truck as most GM light duty trucks are . My Son saw it running around Monrovia , I wonder of it's current owner realizes how solid it is underneath . -Nate

  • Whatnext Whatnext on Jun 29, 2014

    This car is such a contradiction. If you're going to buy something as impractical as a full sized coupe, why go with the Impala rather than the Caprice? The Imapala makes far more sense as a four door sedan.

  • Jeff S The Cybertruck is one of the most hyped vehicles in decades.
  • Nrd515 This is all I could think of seeing this. I saw it in the theater with my dad about 59 years or so ago:https://www.popcorncinemashow.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Mr-Sardonicus-1961-01.jpg
  • Art Vandelay I have no illusions tha my Challenger was going to be a car I wanted to own 10 seconds out of warranty. Fun, sure. Fun in 8 years? Hard pass based on the 2 years I had it
  • ToolGuy Weren't some of the most powerful engines in the M4 Sherman air-cooled? (And supercharged.)
  • ToolGuy "I installed oil temp and cylinder head temp gauges on various vehicles I was driving, so I could monitor how the engine was doing. I switched from my normal 20W50 and dropped to 15W40 oil and put down thousands of miles. Within that time, I saw a noticeable decrease in oil temps and even cylinder head temps while driving in different situations."ToolGuy has great admiration for your use of the scientific method in conducting original research.
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