OK, so last week (week of June 23, 2014) we made a sweep through western Colorado to take in a couple of auto museums. First up was Tammy Allen’s museum of “unique” cars right in Grand Junction, CO.
Unique says it. Eclectic also says it. Packed in says it. Tacky also says it.
Sure, Tammy can be seen on several of the auto auction shows spending big bucks on (questionable) unique cars, like the unsubstantiated “JFK Ambulance” complete with JFK photos festooned on the inside of the windows. Some nice 40s and 50’s Cadillacs and Desotos also grace the place. She’s demonstrated that she surely has the bucks to spend on big fins, and other big things.
Yes, you can see everything from a Bucket- T to a Messerschmitt three-wheeler, and three different-era Studebakers to boot. There are also a couple of meaningless ’66 GTO’s (which a key employee advised her not to buy), and a vintage Diamond T flatbed truck. Yawn.
Then, there’s a nice neon lime green ’50 Merc that’s been so chopped it looks like it just came out of the crusher. But, the engine compartment is to die for.
All of this is presented in a warehouse in the industrial section of town, along the railroad tracks, which is clearly too small for even the 50 or so cars that were there the day we visited. You can’t walk around most of them to get a 360 view, as they’re all packed so closely together. Or, if they’re not door handle to door handle, they’re stacked one on top of the other, so you can barely view the top vehicle.
And then, to really ratchet the Tacky Factor up, she’s put a number of mannequins of famous actors and actresses all around the place. If it’s a Cadillac, it’s likely to have Elvis inside. Clark Cable stands next to a nice black Cord (which kinda makes sense). What Spock, Captain Kirk and Willie Nelson are doing together in one section is beyond me.
I can almost forgive her putting a British Bobby and a red phone booth next to the Austin-Healey, but do we REALLY need that? How about some room to circle, admire and photograph that classic?
Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman in formal wear spin on a turntable in a simulated dance. WTH? This place is kinda like Madame Tussaud meets Dana Mecum. If that’s your cup of tea, go for it.
The highlight of our “tour” (we were the only tourists in the place) was when some employees finished wiping down the iconic, black ’69 Camaro, and fired that puppy up. That ferocious monster sports a 555 CID, 650 HP crate motor. The place shook with the concussion. That was almost worth the $8 each to get in.
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