The Ugly Duckling.  A restoration adventure.

By Dean Newman

It all started in September of 2004.  I was browsing eBay and looking through the vehicles listed for sale.   I wasn’t actually looking for anything new, I just enjoy surfing the listings.  I had a small fleet of ’59 Cadillac’s in the garage already in varying states of restoration and I really had no specific need for another coach.  I figured I was doing fairly well, I had gone through a hearse search and a limo search, and even managed to breeze through a ’59 Cadillac search without finding anything that I couldn’t live without.  I figured I’d finish up my searching with an ambulance search and then move on to other projects.  That last search started me on a journey that I’m still enjoying.  And it all started with a teeny little photo.  Tucked down at the very end of the search page on eBay motors there was a listing for an ambulance.  It was listed only as a “1960 Chevrolet Station Wagon.”  And the listing had just gone up as it had 10 days left to go.  From the tiny photo that was next to the listing, it was tough to tell what the car really looked like, so I clicked into the listing.  The description in the listing had the car listed as a “Chevy Ambulance, NOT impala or Bel Air.”  The top of the description stated that the car would make a great “old school custom car, hot rod, or rat rod”  It went on to list the basics of the car, which at a first glance looked promising.  51,000 miles, 350 motor, new tires, stretcher included, owner’s manual included, currently licensed and registered.  And best of all it was listed as a great road car.  The seller claimed that it had been driven several hundred miles and it was “Great at 70+” and assured everyone that it had been serviced and could be driven home.  And the little notation that I found most interesting was they mentioned it was built by “Cotner-Bevington” of Blytheville, Ark.

The seller also listed some of the “minor” issues that the car had that would need to be attended to as well:

• Radio didn’t work.
• brakes pulsed when you used them
• “some” rust in the drivers floor pan
• Cracked windshield
• Cracked right rear door glass
• Carb had a flat spot off idle
• Transmission dripped when left sitting.

All in all none of those issues were that major in my opinion, so I scrolled down to get a better look at this car.  My first thought was that based on the photos in the listing, the car was pretty homely looking.    Now the photos were not the greatest, and they weren’t very big.  But the car didn’t look too horrible.  The body looked fairly straight, if not a little ungainly.  The roof line was definitely modified, and the transition where the coach work met the factory body work was interesting to say the least.  From the front ¾ view the car was not too bad looking if you squinted a little.  From the rear ¾ view the roof and the rear door was huge and just didn’t seem proportioned correctly.  The whole car just didn’t seem to flow together well.  It looked very much like a Frankenstein sort of vehicle.  You could see that it was not a backyard project, it did have professional coachwork.  But it was also apparently that it was not really a regular production coach built car.  It just didn’t have the polish and the lines of the major coaches of the era.  The paint it was wearing didn’t help show it off much either, it was an oxidized and faded fire engine red with an equally crusty refrigerator white roof.  The color split down the side of the car was horrible and didn’t work well on the car; it was jarring and threw your eye off, making the car look top heavy and not balanced well.  It also had about 6 different shades of primer on it, and someone had painted big white iron crosses on the doors and then apparently sanded them partly off again.  It seemed as if someone was already working on turning it into a rat rod of sorts.  Overall the effect was a bit on the ugly side.  I remember calling my wife in to show her a “homely” looking ambulance.  My comment at the time was that I wanted to show her the photos as I figured the odds of finding another ambulance that was this homely looking were fairly slim.  Having had a good laugh about the car, I closed my browser and went on with my day.

And I just could not get that car out of my head.  It haunted me.

Over the next several days I found myself going back to the auction listing and staring at the photos.  By day 5 of the auction, I had it on my watch list and was keeping tabs on the bidding.  By day 7 I had decided that I wanted to bring her home.  I told my wife at dinner that night that I was going to bid on the Chevy Ambulance on eBay.  She asked if it was the ugly one I’d shown her earlier in the week.  I told her it was.  To her credit, she did not laugh.  She did not look at me like I was insane.  And she did not run out of the room in a panic.  She told me that if I wanted it, then bid on it.  She also pointed out that if it was in fact a Cotner-Bevingtion, it would probably be a pretty rare car.  And she mentioned that being a Chevy might make it easier to get parts for. By the end of dinner, we were in agreement that I was going to win that car and bring it home.

I watched that auction like a hawk.  I jumped into the bidding and kept it low to not give away my plan.  And I planned on waiting until the last minute to submit my final bid.  And then real life interfered.  I was called into work to cover a shift that would pull me away from the computer when the auction ended.  By this point, I wanted the car so badly I could taste it.  I just had to hope that things worked out for me.  I entered a fairly aggressive bid right before I left for work and headed out for one exceptionally long and stressful day at work.  Returning home, the first stop was to check the computer.  And there is was.  “Sorry, you were outbid”.  Another bidder had won it for $100 more than my max bid.  I was crushed.  In a last ditch “hail mary” play, I sent a note to the winner congratulating them on the win, and letting them know that if they ever wanted to sell it in the future, to please keep me in mind.  I mentioned that I was an ambulance collection, and I had been hoping to restore the car if I had won it.  I congratulated them again on the win, and sent the note off into the wilds.  I figured it was over.  I tried to put it out of my mind.  I tried to let it go.

Several weeks passed, and I figured that the car was long gone, and it was just not meant to be.  And then out of the blue, I received a response from the winner.  I stared at that mail in my box, afraid to open it for fear the winner would be gloating or worse telling me about cutting it up and turning it into a hot rod or a rat rod.  When I finally mustered the nerve to actually read the mail, I was stunned.  The mail was short and polite and it was an offer to sell me the car if I was still interested in it.  I crafted my response as carefully as I could so as not to appear too eager.  I was concerned that if the winner figured out how much I wanted the car, the price would go way up.  Amazingly it did not.  His asking price was exceptionally fair, and when he offered to deliver the car to me, the asking price ended up being almost exactly what it would have cost me if I had won the car to begin with.

I overnighted him the deposit, and started counting the days until it was scheduled to arrive.

Delivery day was the 1^st of October, and he arrived with the car shortly after dark.  It looked pretty decent on the trailer.  It was a little rough in spots, but the body looked to be solid and straight for the most part.  So we unloaded her and rolled her into the garage for the night.  The following morning I was able to get a really good look at what I had just added to the collection.

• The body was pretty solid and straight. No major damage or rust issues there which was a plus.
• There were small dings and dents here and there, but nothing really serious in terms of body damage.
• The rust in the floor pans was slightly more than “some”. It looked like we’d need to replace both front floor pans and the driver’s side rear floor pan, but those were available so no major issue there. On the bright side, there was enough of an opening in the floor to be able to drop and anchor through for supplemental braking power.
• The windshield and the side windows glass were indeed broken. But those pieces are available as well. No major issue there.
• The brakes did more than pulse. They chattered and bucked, and did a bunch of other unnerving things. They also leaked. What they did not do is stop the car properly.
• The transmission was a little less pristine than suggested as well. Aside from the “small leak” it also had a major clunk, and some grinding when the car was moving. And after a quick spin around the block, I was doubtful that it would do 70 easily on the freeway.
• The flat spot in the carb was present off idle. There was also a flat spot in the carb when the car was revving as well. On the bright side, it was a consistent issue, and I was fairly confident we could fix that easily.

Even with the additional issues that I noticed the first day, I still felt that I got a pretty nice coach.  It was just going to take a little more work than I had initially planned.  So instead of having a “driver” that I could play with, I’d just do a little work on it, and then drive it for a while.  As these projects tend to do, it ended up growing beyond the initial plans.   We have gone through and rebuilt, replaced, or updated almost every piece of the car.  Along the way we have learned a lot about how coachbuilt cars were actually built in the early ’60s.  We have found some cool artifacts from the cars history, and we have had a ton of fun doing it.  From new floor pans, to paint to what seemed like miles of wiring; it’s been a learning process every step of the way.  A process that I’d like to share in words and pictures over the next few issues.  Since we purchased this coach, it’s been to Denver, Colorado.  Los Angeles, California.  And we have driven it around and through most of Arizona.  It’s a fantastic road car.   It’s a great way to start a conversation about professional cars, and it’s a ton of fun to drive.  We built the car to be a driver, and we’ve learned a ton along the way.  We have also made a pile of friends on the highways and rest stops of the west coast.  Nothing attracts new friends like an old ambulance.  It’s something I recommend to everyone.  If you aren’t driving them, you are missing half of the fun!

In the next installment of our restoration journey, I’ll delve into welding for dummies, what not to do with POR 15 rust inhibitor, and how to wire a car up without setting yourself on fire or melting anything.

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My 1959 S&S High Body Ambulance

By Mark Christy – mark@hobie.com

The lineage on my 1959 S&S High Body Ambulance is somewhat vague. It had a “trip log” book when I bought it, but unfortunately, the restoration shop lost it (oops). At the time, and based on the trip log, the fully intact interior, etc. it appeared that actual mileage was around 80k. It also appeared from the log that it was not used during the winter, but there was no explanation given, just a lack of any entries from mid-October through mid-April. There were also no entries after 1965, so that may have been when she was put out to pasture. When I purchased the car, I believe that it was literally a barn find. A gentleman bought it, and then ran a classified ad for, as I recall, a “1959/60 Caddy amblance”. I had been looking for a 1959 Cadillac convertible, spotted the ad, and thought “What the heck?” I bought it pretty much sight unseen, but the seller sounded quite honest and said he was getting numerous calls (which I believed as his phone had been busy – no call waiting each time I had called). So I agreed to his price and arranged to have it shipped to Laguna Beach, CA. I gave all the information to the shipping company and told them it was oversized. No problem they assured me. But when they went to pick it up, my phone rang with and I answered to “Uh, Mr. Christy, can we talk…?” When it arrived, I thought what the hell have I done. The car was HUGE and filthy, covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust. But, after carefully checking it out, it appeared that indeed everything was intact and, after changing all fluids and flushing the system, it started right up… I hate to admit it, but owning a surf company, it had been my intention to complete a radical conversion to a surf-themed limousine, removing the original interior to install a sofa, flat-screen and a Tiki bar since it has a divider window. But I love, respect and appreciate old cars and wanted to get some more information before I started. And, as you can imagine, the more I learned about this particular car, I realized that I could not be the one to corrupt the integrity of the vehicle. So I readily abandoned the idea of the limo, and set about to undertake an authentic restoration of what appeared to be one of very few (if not the only) surviving 1959 S&S High Body Ambulances in existence. Now that I’m hooked, for the last decade or so, I have done regular almost-daily searches to try to find another like mine, along with contacting numerous authorities (including Walt McCall of “The Professional Car” and “Classic American Ambulances & Funeral Coaches” fame). It now appears that this is the only example of a ’59 S&S High Body Ambulance that any of these experts (and even long-term executives at Hess & Eisenhardt – S&S) have ever heard of.

So, we started the restoration. It was a horrendously long and stunningly expensive process (years and tens of thousands…). We found moderate rust in the rocker panels, and could not find replacements so we removed the panels and fabricated new ones. There was also some surface rust (with pinhole penetrations) in the floor pans at the driver/passenger’s feet. We completely cut it out and replaced with new pans (one purchased, one fabricated), welded them in and undercoated top & bottom. I have not seen any other rust on the car or any evidence that it has ever been in any type of accident or had any bodywork done. When it was stripped to bare metal, it was very clean and straight. Then the process of taking the thing apart and organizing the incredible volume of parts began. To make a looooong story short, it took years to remove everything, sand to bare metal (exposing the original white over red paint pattern in the process), strip and re-chrome everything, polish all stainless, fix the wiring, completely replace the interior (with exact materials/stitch patterns), replace all glass with new (except rear curved window, which was perfectly clean and clear), etc, etc.

The glass (fabricated flat glass using original as pattern and NOS windshield) is crystal clear, the hundreds of pieces of chrome stainless beautiful. In fact, my chrome man said it had more chrome & stainless than any three vehicles he had ever done combined. The interior was in surprisingly good shape, but I replaced it in a perfect restoration for that “new car” smell. The Paint has a deep luster, the wiring restored, etc. You get the picture. I did not restore this with the intention of ever selling. I always used the people who are considered the best in the business for their particular skill. I built it for keeps and I’ve always been a “Do it once, do it right” guy. But the reality is, it is too damn large to be practical for me. At over 21′ and 7′ tall, it doesn’t even fit into my garage with the Federal roof dome installed. And when we take it out to lunch or a weekend drive up the coast (like driving a cruise ship), it draws so much attention it is almost overwhelming. As a result, I’ve decided that she should go to someone who will appreciate it as much as I do, but really give her a better home where she can be appreciated.

Every source I have contacted indicated that the S&S Ambulance by Hess & Eisenhardt represented the absolute crème-de-la-crème of the genre and that this would have been the pinnacle of professional cars for the era. More than one expert has independently referred to it as “The Holy Grail of Pro Cars”.

Well, that’s the short version of a very long story. It has been informative and fun to restore this car, and I was thrilled to discover just how unique and rare she is. Seeing the attention to detail throughout, my hat is off to the Hess & Eisenhardt Company. They didn’t just build an ambulance; they created a work of art, an irreplaceable tribute to America in the late 1950′s. I have tried to do her justice and have had quite an adventure in the process. I hope that you like her and wish you could see her in person. I assure you, she is literally awesome to behold!

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Next up in our “Owners Pride” feature here at Professionalcar.org. LeeAnn Boston’s gorgeous 1992 Eagle coach, “Lilly”

LeeAnn Boston
Tennessee
1992 Eagle Cadillac Hearse
“Lilly”

Never in a million years would I have ever thought my first ride in a hearse would be just for the ‘fun of it’.

Never would I have ever thought the hearse would belong to my son.

And of course, six years later never would I have ever thought I’d own a hearse of my own!

I remember well the day it all began. Jeremy Ledford (my son, for those of you that don’t know) is the President of the Volunteer Chapter of the PCS. In 2006 the Volunteer Chapter and the Southeastern Chapter hosted the International meet in Kingsport, Tennessee. No, I need to rewind back to 2003 when Jeremy bought his 1977 hearse, it creeped me out a little, but I drove it to the end of the street and back. I thought “this club” he was in had to be full of insane people!

Ok, fast forward to 2006. I was at the meet in Kingsport for one day, the day at the show field. I was really impressed with the cars and how much everyone loved them and the crowd that they drew. The night of the sound and light show did it for me. Then and there I decided I wanted a procar. I didn’t meet many people at that meet, but enjoyed meeting those I did. I really didn’t give it much more thought and attend any more meets until the International of 2007. I had since joined the message board and although I’d never met them, felt like I knew some of the people there. The week of the 2007 International meet was one of my best vacations ever. I was primarily known as “Jeremy’s Mom”. I met alot of people and made several close friends. That week I decided that I WAS going to own a procar! Several of my new found friends were eager to give advice and lead me in the right direction choosing the right procar.

Did I want a hearse?
Did I want an ambulance?
Did I want a limousine? (that’s another story.)

One day on the message board classifieds, a hearse was listed for sale. It was white. Most knew I wanted white. Well, phone calls, private messages, and e-mails were exchanged. The hearse belonged to a member of the PCS, Danny Ryder. I decided to go see it. He met Jeremy and I halfway and he brought two hearses. Now it was decision time. One was a Chevrolet, the other was a Cadillac. It wasn’t hard to choose between the two. That day in August of 2007 is the day I bought “Lilly”, a 1992 Eagle, a little over a month after the 2007 International meet. I called her my 50th birthday present to myself. And on my 50th birthday went hang gliding and took Lilly along, just in case.

Approximately 6 1/2 months later, I bought a limousine.

I was addicted.

To be continued………….

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Welcome to the brand new “Owners Pride” feature here at Professionalcar.org. We want to give give Professional car owners an opportunity to share their unique stories with the world. We all love these cars. Here is your chance to tell us why!

Sarah Snook
Ohio
1966 Miller Meteor Cadillac Duplex
“Patty Hearse”

Ever since I was a kid, I loved unique types of transportation – everything from the classic cars and vintage boats that I’d see at car and boat shows with my parents, to the giant Terex earthmoving trucks that I got to see regularly at the Terex factory that was down the street from where I grew up. I even was fascinated by the moving hallways that would drive up to the airplanes to connect them to the gates at the airport.

Because of that, it only made sense that when I was getting ready to turn 16 years old, that I decided that I wanted to get the most unique car that I could find. I always loved old Cadillacs, so my first thought was to get one. When I would be at classic car shows, I’d always see a few of those around though, so I decided that wasn’t unique enough. I needed something more rare.

One night I was looking online at some classified ads and I found a black hearse that was for sale. “Now that’s the rarest Cadillac I’ve ever seen,” I thought to myself. Until then, the possibility of owning a professional car had never crossed my mind. The thought didn’t bother me or creep me out. When growing up, I lived across the street from the main gates of one of Cleveland’s largest cemeteries. I’d watch the processions drive in there almost daily and I’d admire the cars. There weren’t any playgrounds in my neighborhood, so when the weather was nice my mom and I would go play in the cemetery because it was more like a beautiful park to us. Though somber moments took place there, it was full of life too. The more I thought about it, the idea of having a retired funeral car didn’t bother me at all.

So that night after finding the online ad for the hearse for sale, I started doing more research. I found out that there were actually people out there that drove classic professional cars – they even had their own clubs. I researched as much about them as I could. I looked at countless pictures from their meets, and read all of the classic sales literature that I could find online. I started to figure out how to tell the differences between the different coachbuilders and years, and I began to meet other professional car owners and enthusiasts online that were in my area.

The more that I got involved in the professional car culture, the more I realized that owning a black hearse isn’t as unique as I had previously thought. Lots of people all over the world have them. So my quest changed. I then decided that I needed to find a professional car in the most unique color scheme that I could find. By then I had thrown a few other qualifiers into the mix too. I found that I really liked the styling of the mid-sixties Miller-Meteors and I had also decided that a combination hearse/ambulance coach would probably be the best choice for me because I wanted jump seats in the back so I could carry my friends around too.

As you may know though, finding mid-sixties Miller-Meteor combos in weird colors isn’t the easiest thing to look for. So for a long time I looked everywhere for one. I’d read the classifieds online regularly, I’d ask around with the procar people that I knew, and I’d ask around on some of the procar message boards too. My search for the perfect car took years. Then one day, a friend of mine at high school mentioned that he had to go to a local music shop to get some guitar strings and that the owner had pictures of classic ambulances and hearses all over the store. I decided to check the place out. What I found was that the music store was owned by Dave McCamey, a longtime member of the Professional Car Society. He had a 1986 Hess and Eisenhart limo, a 1973 M-M Lifeliner ambulance, a 1957 M-M Futura ambulance, and a 1966 M-M combination coach. Jackpot. I found a new friend out of it and got to check out some really neat cars too.

Dave had picked up the ’66 combo a few years before at an auto auction. He noticed it at the auction and remembered that it was originally owned my Capitol Ambulance in Cleveland. It was used as one of their transport ambulances going between Deaconess and Metro Hospitals. Dave was more of an ambulance guy, but when he heard a potential bidder saying that they planned to cut the roof off of the combo and turn it into a truck, Dave decided he needed to outbid them and save the car. In the end, Dave was the highest bidder, so the car came home with him. He named it Patty Hearse because she was such a bank robber. He took it to an international PCS meet soon after he got it, but other than that, the car sat. The first time I ever saw it, I decided that it was the ugliest car I had ever seen. It was five different shades of green, ranging from an icy metallic silver green, to a flat aquamarine, and all the way to a partly metallic yellowish green that was one step away from looking like an avocado colored refrigerator from the 1970s. Add some peeling adhesive boat trim that was added years ago to the car because a previous owner had gotten rid of the metal beltline trim and some rusted through quarter panels, and it was quite a sorry sight to see. Still, there was something about it though. As ugly as the car was, technically it was exactly what I had been looking for, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

As time passed, I brought up to Dave the idea of me buying it a few times. My problem always was storage for it. As I was also into classic boats. I owned a 1954 14.5′ Lyman runabout. I had storage for it, but not for a car too. One day Dave and I were talking and out of the blue he mentioned that he’d always wanted a classic Lyman. I mentioned my boat to him and we soon started discussing a possible trade – the Lyman for the combo. His wife liked the combo though and didn’t want to get rid of it, so the deal was soon off. A few years passed and one night he called me to let me know that he was moving and had to get rid of a car. The trade deal became back on, and on April 13, 2001, Patty Hearse came to live with me.

Until that day, I had actually never driven a professional car. I was hooked from the start though. There’s just something about looking in the rearview mirror and only seeing car. It’s just the coolest thing ever.

I decided that I wanted to restore Patty to her original glory. She had a lot of potential hiding under all of that boat trim and those weird shades of green paint. I didn’t have enough money to afford to paint her right away, so until I did, she became my daily driver. I was in college at the time and I had a blast driving her around town and campus. After six months, I finally found an affordable paint and body shop that was willing to work on her and not cut any corners. Getting Patty’s work done was interesting and a little scary. Because she was so many shades of green, I didn’t even know which color was original. I hoped that the icy silver green was the original, but I didn’t know for sure until the body shop checked the paint codes.

The shop did a fabulous job on Patty. I saw some of their completed work beforehand and talked to a local PCS member that had multiple cars done by them. I knew what to expect in regards to their quality of work, but I still was surprised to see just how good Patty looked when she was done. The shop had her for 11 months, and during that time they sanded her down to bare metal, replaced all of the rusted panels with new metal, sealed all of the metal with epoxy so it wouldn’t rust again, painted it, put on the bumper that I had gotten, and installed the correct beltline trim that a friend had donated to the cause. They also rebuilt the engine for me. Three days after I got her back from the shop, I was already taking her to big procar meets to show her off.

I’ve had Patty Hearse for eight years now. I continue taking her to local classic car shows and to regional and national professional car meets every summer. I still plan on fixing a few small things on her, like redoing the linoleum in the back, but even so, I am really happy with her. I love driving her and sharing a bit of procar history with all those that we meet.

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