My ’56 Jeep and ’72 Pinto Wagon — Learning The Ropes of Ownership

My boss arranged a sweetheart deal on a new ’72 Pinto Wagon, Oxford white and tan vinyl interior (’73 Pinto wagon image taken from Craigslist).

 

Text submitted by Harry Case. 

After “Heather” died my father bought a ’71 Mercury Comet for my mother and I inherited her yellow ’69 Torino fastback, the car she had bought to replace the ’63 Fairlane I took to college. The ’69 Torino was a sharp-looking car with a 351 Windsor engine and automatic transmission. It was almost as fast as the ‘63 I had hot-rodded, but much smoother and made the ten-hour trip to school a lot easier.

However, at the end of my junior year, I got a summer job at a truck fleet repair shop doing cost accounting and running for parts. By then I was disillusioned with school and decided not to go back for my senior year in the fall.

My parents were furious but in the end, we agreed I could live at home if I paid rent and kept a job. I was also encouraged to go to Syracuse University at night since I had originally been accepted there. One stipulation was giving up the Torino and getting a car of my own since my sister would need it to get to school in Ohio.

“I intended to earn extra money by plowing snow in the winter…”

 

I took my savings and promptly wasted it on a 1956 Jeep CJ5 with a snowplow. I intended to earn extra money by plowing snow in the winter. The Jeep ran well, but the body was rusted out behind the driver seat and the homemade half-cab was not insulated at all. My parents tried to get me to return it to the dealer, but that is when I learned what the ”As Is” sale really meant. While it was hardly the ideal commuter car, on the weekends I had plenty of places to go off-roading and made the most of its small size and ability to go anywhere in low.

Unfortunately the F head four tired quickly from the daily commute; I had it about six months before blowing the head gasket. I parked it in my parents’ garage and tore down the engine to find that the head was cracked. A co-worker offered to buy the remains for $50 and towed it away while I sold the plow separately to get enough money for a down payment on a car, but had no idea what to buy.

Image from Ford’s ’72 wagon booklet.

 

My parents suggested the best thing for me would be to buy something new I could afford payments for, with a warranty, and then make payments to establish my credit. They insisted I get something I wouldn’t get tired of in a few months. Coincidentally, my boss at the time bought all the vehicles for the company fleet, tractors, trailers, straight trucks, sales, and executive cars. He arranged a sweetheart deal with his Ford dealer buddy and I ordered a ’72 Pinto Wagon, Oxford white with tan vinyl interior. It was a special order because the 2 liter (122 ci at the time) engine normally came with the automatic and I wanted the four-speed.

Six weeks later it came in and boy was I happy. A car I didn’t have to work on every day and that didn’t swig gas like a hog. Even with the four speed the car was a slug, but it certainly was economical and comfortable. With the rear seats folded down, I could sleep in the back.  I lived 25 miles from work, 50 miles a day commute. With trips to see my girlfriend back in Ohio the 12 month / 12000 mile warranty would be up very quickly so I unhooked the speedometer cable and drove conservatively, as if there was any choice.

When I got close to the end of the 12 months I hooked it back up.  Then trouble started, and the engine which never was powerful to begin with got steadily weaker. I checked compression, and there was no problem. Checked spark, checked fuel, but still no clue. One of the dealer’s master mechanics called his technical contact at Ford and found a service bulletin about soft camshafts causing valves to not open all the way. That was a real blow, and it meant major repairs on top of the car payments.

While I debated what to do the Pinto made up my mind for me. One miserable winter day the wiper on the driver’s side stopped suddenly, and then the passenger side wiper slowed and stopped. I was near a Dodge dealer and pulled into their lot. When I looked under the dash the wiper transmission had come apart and the loose arms pulled wiring, ducting, and insulation into a ball that jammed the wiper motor.

I had enough of Fords for a while and I traded the Pinto on a 1971 Dodge B200 contractor van with a 318 v8 and Torqueflite transmission. I rolled the remaining payments for the Pinto into the new loan and drove away that same night. My parents thought I was crazy and impulsive, but at the time, it was the right thing to do.

 

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