ED: Another post by my friend up north, Mike Batch Kirouac! This car was recently completed. Maybe we can get him to do a new post on it. -TK
In 1966, the Chrysler Windsor was the Canadian-built equivalent of the Newport model in the US. Unsurprisingly, Windsors were built in the Windsor, Ontario plant. Unlike today where vehicles are assembled from components manufactured all over the world, these cars were substantially “Made in Canada” from Canadian-made parts. The ink was still fresh on the Canada-US auto pact, which would soon change that arrangement, and 1966 was the last year for the Windsor model name.
According to the original owner, my Windsor 2-door hardtop was a factory-ordered car, but the deal fell through, and so it wound up on the dealer’s lot. The colour was Saddle Bronze metallic, with matching interior. The drivetrain consisted of the base engine, a big block 383 2-barrel with 9.2:1 compression, rated at 270hp. This was mated to the venerable Torqueflite 727 3-speed automatic, and 2.76:1 “economy” gearing in the differential. Inside was the standard column shifter and bench seats.
Options included power steering and brakes, AM radio, clock, rear window defogger, fender-mounted turn signal indicators and an accessory light package.
The original purchaser was a gentleman from Georgetown, Ontario, but it was primarily his wife’s car. She only drove the car around town, so every week or two he would grab the keys and take the Chrysler out on the highway to “stretch its legs.” It was “restored” (to a not particularly high standard) and repainted in the mid-80’s, shortly before it was sold in 1988.
The car changed hands a few times, finally being acquired by another older gentleman whose family bought it for him as a surprise. They mistakenly believed it was the same car he had owned in his youth. At that time, the front frame rails were getting rough, a common problem with fullsize Mopars of this vintage. He welded sheetmetal patches over the holes and called it good. In 1999, he gave the car to his grandson.
The grandson drove it just long enough to get it covered in winter road salt. He liked to drive around in second gear to hear the engine wind-out. It had also developed some mechanical problems. Between the broken distributor vacuum advance, choke that was stuck part-way on, and the burned exhaust valves, the kid’s fuel bill must have been horrendous. There were also maladies in the suspension and brakes. I don’t even know how he actually drove the car with all these problems.
However, before this individual could ultimately destroy the car, fate intervened in the form of a minor carburetor fire. It was just bad enough that the venturis partly melted. The engine would still run, but not very well. He took it to a shady used car dealer in Toronto and traded it on a Dodge Colt. The dealer didn’t even wash off the road salt before taking the picture which ran in Auto Trader. The asking price was $3000.
In December, 1999 I spotted the ad in Auto Trader. My dad’s 1966 Chrysler Windsor sedan project car sat languishing in his garage, virtually untouched since 1991. A more in-depth look at my dad’s Chrysler is a story for another day but at the time, it was obvious that it was going nowhere. I reasoned that he should buy another Chrysler with a better body and transplant the drivetrain from his car, which was still mechanically excellent, into it. He humored me as far as driving to Toronto to check the two-door out. The dealer never did wash the road salt off it, nor did he move any cars out of the way so we could actually test drive it. He started the engine briefly, but it was only running on 7 cylinders and filling their shop with acrid exhaust smoke. I told him this was no $3000 car. He asked me what I thought it was worth and I replied $1500. We left, and that was that.
I had recently graduated from school and had started my fulltime Engineering career. My dad wanted me to buy my mom’s summer car, a 1992 Buick Roadmaster. I had encouraged my parents to buy it in the first place and still liked the Roadmaster, but it was just a stand-in for what I really wanted: a 1966 Chrysler. After coming to that realization, I called the dealer back and started haggling to buy the Windsor for myself. He strung me along for a long time, hoping to find a bigger sucker no doubt, but ultimately I got the car for $1600(+tax) certified and “legally” ready to drive. This was in February of 2000, just before my 25th birthday. After handing over the money, the dealer admitted I was the only person that had been seriously interested in the car. Several others had come to see it, assuming it would be about the size of a Coronet, and were immediately turned off when they saw how BIG it was.
My Dad was very supportive, which was great because I quickly started to think I had made a poor decision. We diagnosed and tended to the immediate mechanical problems. Aside from the burned exhaust valves, which we would tend to the following summer, my Chrysler was “mechanically” ready to drive! It was still winter, but there was a long dry spell and the roads were clear of snow and road salt, so I had an opportunity to drive the car for a bit before parking it until spring.
Shortly after buying my Windsor, my dad gave me some useful advice: Don’t tear into the car and disassemble everything, or you’ll get overwhelmed and discouraged, and the car will likely wind-up a basket case. Fix one thing at a time and return the car to a drivable state as soon as possible (my own family history is replete with examples of what can happen otherwise). This advice has served me very well over the years, though sometimes it has meant spending more money in order to reduce downtime.
Initially my Windsor was my summer daily driver. I would park it occasionally to work on something, but it was always back on its wheels in short order. Until 2006, I didn’t have a garage to work in. I paid for indoor winter storage, but the car wasn’t accessible to work on when in storage. I took it to lots of car shows and cruise nights as well. The furthest I’ve driven it was to Carlisle, Pennsylvania for the annual All Chrysler Nationals car show and swap meet
One of the first things I did to personalize my car was swapping in a set of factory-correct bucket seats and a floor-shift console from a Chrysler that was being parted out. I had the seats reupholstered to match my saddle bronze interior, and installed everything myself in the summer of 2001.
My next big modification was front disc brakes in 2003. To that end, I bought a 1973 New Yorker Brougham parts car. Disc brakes specifically from a 1973 C-body Mopar are the preferred upgrade for older C-bodies. They are almost a bolt-in upgrade, and are much easier and cheaper to maintain than the Budd discs which were optional in 1966. I also acquired the correct wheel covers which would have been fitted to a 1966 Chrysler with disc brakes.
I made some mild performance modifications to the engine, but the original 383 was getting pretty tired. When we had had the cylinder heads off, my dad honed the cylinder walls and found they were pretty badly worn. By 2003, they had finally gotten to the point that there was considerable blow-by and the exhaust puffed a hint of blue oil smoke.
Not content with a stock rebuild, I decided that a performance engine was called for. I opted to buy another block and only swap engines once completed. I read everything I could get my hands on relating to building high performance engines, and had a good idea what I was getting into. I acquired most of the parts I would need from the classifieds, swap meets and online.
I had never built an engine before though, and still had no garage to work in, so I ultimately contracted a reputable performance shop to do the machining work, assemble the engine and break it in on their dyno. Then my brother and I performed the engine swap in my driveway in the summer of 2004. We bolted it up to the stock original 727 transmission.
The odometer rolled over 100,000 miles back to zero in August, 2005. The day was particularly memorable, as I was on my way home from the New Hamburg Moparfest, the largest all-Mopar car show in Canada.
In 2006, my wife and I bought a house in the country, finally giving me a garage to work in! I keep one of my Chryslers in the garage at home over the winter to work on. I store the other one elsewhere in the winter, but always have the second bay cleaned-up in the spring to make room for it to come home. Some winter projects on my Windsor have included swapping the cast iron exhaust manifolds for a set of headers, replacing the 2.76 rear gears for 3.23’s with a Dana Suregrip, and modifying the transmission with a shift kit and part-throttle kickdown module.
Mechanically the car was just about where I wanted it, but with so much power on tap, I was getting worried about my crudely patched front subframe. The old bodywork repairs were starting to look shabby as well. When I discovered that one of the body mounts had rotted out, I decided that the time had come to replace the subframe and restore the bodywork. This would be a huge undertaking, for which I had been planning and collecting parts for years.
The front subframe of a C-body Mopar is removable; it bolts to the unibody structure. I had acquired a couple of 1966 Newport sedan parts cars with excellent subframes. Both cars had originally come up from the US, and were in very good condition, aside from a tree having fallen on one of them.
My project for the winter of 2010 was to refurbish one of my good front subframes. After disassembling the front suspension, I took it to be chemically stripped at a shop that specializes in such work, and had it powder coated. Then I reassembled it with brand new heavy-duty everything. I temporarily added some drum brake assemblies so I could bolt-on a couple wheels to move it around.
I had gone about as far as I could without tearing into the car itself. I was apprehensive because this would be a multi-year restoration, and my car would be immobile for much of that time. I reflected on the absurdity the entire endeavor; it would be cheaper to buy another Chrysler instead and use mine for parts, much as I had tried to convince my dad to do back in 1999. For a variety of reasons, I resolved to stay the course and restore my Windsor. I began the next phase in October, 2011.
To be continued…eventually!