"Hi Kelly and Brandy,
I want to thank you for making my purchasing so comfortable and pleasant.
I have dealt with many dealers over the years in the hobby. However, Kelly, you gave me a sense of caring and sincere interest, not only in the car you were selling but in the customers interest and satisfaction as well.
What proved it to me, was sending a photo of the steering wheel after the fix was made.
I look forward in dealing with you again in the future.
Again, Thank You,
"This was my first experience with making such a purchase...you and Kelly have been great to work with....the build up of the excitement waiting for it to arrive was almost unbearable at time but, like adrenaline, it was fun. I want to thank you for all of you help throughout this transaction. I will tell other folks about your business and who knows you may even pick up another customer. I posted some pics of the truck yesterday and if you add all the likes up...it is way over 200 already. Thank you again for the shirt and hat, I will wear them proudly Keep up the good work and I am glad you are feeling better!
"Thank you Kelly, for my 1971 mustang convertible. buying a car sight unseen is risky at best but with all the pic and the video I felt like I looked at it in person. Great deal and was exactly as you discribed (VERY VERY HAPPY). I'll tell my friends and family about pacific classics and maybe trade up someday. Thank you again, Dane. "
"Thank you Kelly and Brandy, my 1956 Ford f100 has just arrived. Very happy
"Story time: Once upon a time, there were three Amigos, with a very lewd sense of humor. They had planned on going to the Hot August Nights (the largest AMERICAN car show [pre-1974] in the world) in a 1971 Chevy C-20. The truck wasn't ready, but did that stop the three amigos? No... In searching for alternate vehicles, John stumbled upon a 1972 'Cuda, the king of Mopar. It was hiding up in a awesome shop in Washington state near the Canadian Border. John called his amigos and said "Hey, I've got a horrible idea: Lets fly to Washington, grab a 'Cuda and try driving across this great nation (north to south); stopping in Reno for Hot August Nights." Being the recklessly awesome cowboys they were, they agreed.
The 'Cuda needed some love, John called Kelly at Pacific Classics and relayed his intent to drive it 2k miles without testing anything. Kelly offered to pay half the shipping to have it shipped to Arizona, but John refused because he wanted a story of this magnificent beast boasting down the highway like "Kowalski" from Vanishing Point. Kelly worked with a few local shops to make sure the vehicle was tuned up and the headers (leaking) were replaced. Time was ticking, hearts were racing as they had the weekend and two business days to receive the parts, and finish the work before we arrived. The first set of headers came in, Small Block Chevy (Summit Racing really screwed up), re-order and the right ones came in two days later. The exhaust was fixed, car was tuned, new bumper installed, motor mounts replaced with new carburetor installed just before we landed. We shipped some 'oh shit' parts up to Washington, packed a ruck-sack full of tools (51 lbs of tools to be exact) and headed for the airport knowing we would have to conduct some 'on the move' mechanics (45 year old vehicle with some original parts). Kelly stuck around several hours after closing time to see us through. Seeing the 'Cuda for the first time, we all had to change our undies. Smoke barbarically billowing out from the wheels, burning out in the parking-lot, we were on our way. 2 hours South, in Seattle, the shocks began to permit the tires rubbing on the wheel well. Joe noticed they are air shocks, and we had a compressor (yes, we brought a compressor on the plane). We aired them up and tried again. 30 minutes later, aired up again, 30 min later, aired up again until the Good Idea Fairy "bippidy boppidy booped" Joe with the idea of filling the shocks with fix-a-flat. BOOM! Problem #1 fixed. We decided to try to get some sleep at a near by Motel 6, but they were full and told us we could wait til midnight and maybe a room would be vacant. It wasn't. We headed South once again, the lights on the dash wouldn't turn on, so we used a flash-light every 3 minutes to check gauges. The temperature gauge moved, but was not accurate. Applying Kentucky Wind-age to a temperature gauge, we determined it would be too hot if it got to mid-gauge. The headlights began to dim just south of Olympia... darker and darker... until John asked Joe if he could even tell if the lights were on any more. John drove 60 miles using moonlight and the tail-lights of a big-rig for guidance until Joe had to urinate (again) and we pulled over. The engine died on the off ramp. We pushed the car up a hill to avoid unnecessary collision. The battery was from 2013, and had a dead cell. We called a cab at 2am and hitched a ride to Walmart to get a new battery. Swapped that out and back on the road distributing democracy to those viewing, while rotating who was driving so we could nap. We burned through Washington, and most of Oregon without issue. The lights began to flicker, and we determined there was a short happening somewhere. Stopping in Eugene Oregon, we began our search for the mischievous open wire rubbing on ground. There were 5 potential candidates of positive wires, open and bare, touching grounded metal. Success. Back on the beautiful country-roads with no traffic, cows merrily frolicking in the Oregon and Northern California sun, agricultural fields as far as the eyes can see... this 'Cuda was meant for those long windy roads. Having not showered in a while, we stopped to bathe in a cooooolllldddd creek in Kalamath Falls. No police tried to pull us over, because "it takes a Mopar to catch a Mopar" and what kind of American Public Servant would hinder the 'Cuda from spreading freedom to passer-bys? 80 miles north of Susanville, CA; she began to sputter when given heavy foot. The sputter grew... We began brainstorming what could cause this, as we'd already replaced the carburetor before departing WA. The fuel pump, maybe, the gas line being on the head, the vacuum line... Joe looked up the nearest auto parts store and we had 80 miles to limp. There were several stores in Susanville, but only ONE had a fuel pump for a 'Cuda 340. We limped up hills, sputtering and praying, and rolled into Autozone. The fuel pump was shot, the Vacuum advance line had a BB in it clogging ANY flow, the spark plugs were not spaced correctly (one was damn near touching) and charred, the belts and fuel lines were cracking. We replaced it all deep into dark in that parking lot. Did a burn out leaving Autozone and headed for Reno. The Grand Sierra Resort was our first show, the 'Cuda running great, galloped gleefully to its purely American kin. She was home. The show was glorious, the cars were immaculate, eagles soared above, and there was the crisp smell of freedom in the air. We lost Bob for hours and after searching, came to determine that we need to 'fish' for Bob... What attracts a 'Bob Steele' more than a shiny red Mopar? We determined we should drive around, using the 'Cuda as a Bob lure and he would come running. We also had not looked under the cars, and it was likely that Bob was under one, looking at its drive-train... one last glance before fishing, we spotted the evasive creature in its natural habitat of muscle cars! We caught a few more shows and massive parking lots filled with thousands of reasons why America is so great, in Reno, Sparks and Victorian Avenue, met up with John's Reno family and showed our cars. Cruised the strip, waving at the children, giving them high fives as we cruised the night. We picked up Miss Nevada at an In and Out burger and she gave her princess wave to the smiling masses. This is what the 'Cuda was meant for... this is how life should be. Some crazy friends, pulling some reckless moves and a Nevada beauty smiling in the front seat ( Katherine Bunker ). The night retired at my Aunts glorious residence (with garage full of cars, her convertible Cutlass, my uncles Cobra Jet Ranchero) and the next day (after repairing the latch on the trunk which wouldn't close) we went to the Auctions. Hundreds of American show-cars auctioning off every day: a 1971 'Cuda went for $70,000. Bob was like a kid in a candy store, "Oh look at this 1957... OOOH that's a 1948!!! Let me tell you about 1948..." It was time to begin the 14 hour drive through the hot desert. Anticipating heating issues, we picked up a water pump, thermostat and housing; as well as a few extra gallons of anti-freeze. We drove through the night, when Bob Steele decided to take her to 100+ mph, she began to overheat and give the alarming yet soothing fragrance of dumping anti-freeze. In that moment he knew... he fucked up. hahahaha! Swapped the thermostat... overheated... swapped the water pump... overheated... out of options as we did not have another radiator handy, we called AAA (at 2am) to tow us to Tonopah, NV which had a Napa Auto-Parts. We slept a bit in a motel that was up-hill from Napa (so we could coast down) and in the morning found out Napa is not open on Sundays... There was a Uhaul rental place (a guys trailer home with a few Uhaul trucks out front), grabbed a Uhaul and trailer and finished the drive. 46 years after Vanishing Point came out (1971), who would have thought a Mopar would still be burning through the desert. The 'Cuda is in the garage, awaiting a new and improved radiator, and will be gloriously released upon Sierra Vista, AZ for years to come; to inspire those, who choose to drive foreign cars, to cast aside their transgressions against America and conform to its supreme glory... to bring justice to the streets, and liberty to the soul.
"Speed means freedom of the soul," Super Soul - Vanishing Point.
"I purchased a 1964 Chevelle Malibu SS from this dealer and was very happy with their service. Kelly the owner went over the car very honestly with me, had reliable high resolution photos posted of the car for sale, every single angle and part of the car it allowed me to view the car in great detail and ask questions about the areas that I wanted to know more about. I booked a flight from the Bay Area in California up to Washington and flew into Bellingham to go make sure i was going to be happy with the car. It was exactly what i was expecting, and the owner had been honest about the flaws with the car, it was actually probably a touch nicer in person than i had expected or would have found acceptable. So thumbs up, just do your due diligence like any buyer should for a classic car, but my experience was that this dealer was very honest and had not done patchy cover up work or anything of the sort. Thank you Pacific Classics, my wife and 2 year old daughter love the new car!"
"I recently consigned my 1997 BMW M3 (E36) to Pacific Classics for sale. This is a very special car which was in excellent shape. Kelly Nalley, Pacific Classics General Manager, and I negotiated what I felt was a very fair price for this car. I then turned the car over to him to display, advertise, and execute all the other details that are involved in selling an automobile. Much to my pleasant surprise, three days later Kelly called to let me know the car had been sold! He told me to come and get the check that afternoon! Throughout this process I felt that Pacific Classics desplaied a very professional approach to working with me. The dealership's business manager - who handled all the paperwork - was very competent and attentive to all the details that occur in the sale of a car! Other staff at Pacific Classics were similarly helpful and friendly. Whether buying or selling a classic car I would definitely recommend a discussion with Kelly Nalley and his staff at Pacific Classics! Jere LaFollette Mount Vernon, Washington "
"I called from New Jersey (3,000 miles away) because I saw something on a 1965 Mustang that was for sale which I really liked and want to know more about. Most businesses would have taken my number and promise to call me back (which typically does not happen). The folks at Pacific Classics jumped to it and helped me out immediately, answering all of my questions. I only wanted information and was not in the market for buying a classic car since I am restoring my own, but I was treated as if like I was buying all of their inventory. Kudos to the team at Pacific Classics for their exceptional Customer Care. You exceed expectations! Ken Kubicki"
"Just wanted to say I drove her the 100 miles from your place to mine in Gig Harbor and what a joy to drive! Most of the driving was freeway but I did hit some congestion thru Seattle and she performed perfectly! No over heading, no problems in traffic just flawless! I know you have had her for a while and maybe she has wormed her way into your heart ?? She is safely in my garage where she will stay unless out on the road . . . "