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ОглавлениеHOW KEVIN MACKAY BECAME THE CORVETTE HUNTER
In 1981, Kevin Mackay purchased a 1965 Nassau Blue small-block Corvette coupe with the money he earned from selling his ’64 convertible. The 64,000-mile car was nearly complete and original, and would make an excellent starting point for a restoration. Living with his parents and working as a mechanic for the city of New York, he parked his new Corvette in the backyard and drove his parents’ station wagon to work. Even though he could have easily fixed up the Corvette and drove it, he wanted to give the car a 100-percent-perfect restoration. As a single guy living with his parents, he had plenty of time to invest the hours in making his car the best Corvette he possibly could.
He created a master list of all the specific parts he needed and traveled the country attending swap meets until every last correctly identified bolt had been found. He even went so far as to source the correct new old stock (NOS) Firestone tires from a man in Georgia who shipped them to him in Long Island. Because he was working on the project in a greenhouse in his parents’ backyard, Kevin had to outsource the paintwork, which he oversaw to his exacting specifications.
The July 1984 issue of Vette magazine featured the first of many Corvettes restored by Kevin and his team at Corvette Repair. Wild ’65 was the car that really got things started for him not only on the show circuit but also with Corvette enthusiasts everywhere thanks to the Vette feature.
Kevin’s first shop, called “Corvette Repairs” instead of “Corvette Repair” consisted of a rented one-car garage not too far from the current facility. It sure beat working in his parents’ backyard.
One of the many times that Kevin and “Father of the Corvette” Zora Arkus-Duntov crossed paths.
It took him two years to complete the car, spending every minute working on it when he was not repairing trucks for the city. Finally, he finished the car to a high enough standard that the next thing to do was take it to one of the New York and New Jersey area’s largest Corvette shows, held annually at Malcolm Konner Chevrolet in New Jersey. But not before the car received its finishing touch: a vanity license plate that read “WILD-65.” The entries were judged by various experts and oftentimes Corvette Chief Engineer Zora Arkus-Duntov was in attendance.
Kevin parked the Nassau Blue 4-speed coupe in its place and waited for the judging to begin. Sure enough, Arkus-Duntov was there along with GM Chief of Design Larry Shinoda. While Kevin was taking it all in, one of the judges approached to ask about the car. He introduced himself as Ed Mueller. Kevin recognized his name immediately from the many car magazines that featured his collection. “Young man,” Mueller said to Kevin, who was in his early 20s at the time, “this is a very beautiful car. What shop did the work?”
“I did the car myself,” Kevin told him. Mueller was incredulous that not only did Kevin do the work himself but he did it at home and not in a professional restoration shop. Mueller handed Kevin his business card.
“If you ever open up your own business, I want to be your customer,” he told Kevin as he handed over the card. “I’m very impressed with your work.” Kevin was flattered by the compliment from one of the best-known collectors of the day.
The day got better. Kevin’s coupe was chosen, out of the 100 cars present, as Best In Show. “I was in tears,” he remembers. “I was so emotionally overwhelmed that out of all the cars that were there, they picked mine as the best car in the whole show. Here’s a guy who built this out of his parents’ backyard.”
Three years later, one of the best blessings in disguise happened to Kevin, who continued to drive and enjoy his coupe. He got laid off from his job with the city. His first instinct was to go back to the Chevrolet dealership, where he had previously worked, or one of the other area dealerships that was hiring mechanics. But, although he loved working on all cars, his real passion was Corvettes. He had been doing work on local Corvettes out of his parents’ house, and the amount of work continued to increase. He decided that instead of seeking another job he would open his own shop and only work on Corvettes. The name would be simple, to the point, and effective: Corvette Repair.
At first, the startup took the form of a rented one-bay garage near his home in Valley Stream, New York. The year was 1985, and Kevin needed to show off his work at the national level, so he took his Nassau Blue coupe to the Bloomington meet, where it was certified Gold, scoring the highest number of points awarded to a ’65 that year. It was the first Gold of many.
Back at the small one-bay garage known as Corvette Repair, Kevin remembered Mueller telling him years ago that he would be his customer if he ever opened his own shop. With Mueller’s business card still handy, he called him. “I don’t know if you remember me,” Kevin began. “My name is Kevin Mackay.”
Mueller did remember him. “Oh, wait a minute, you’re that young kid I met years ago. How are you doing?”
“Well, I’m not doing too good. I lost my job, so I started my own Corvette business. I could sure use some work.” Mueller provided just that in the form of a car that needed some freshening. It was his yellow 1969 ZL1, one of two built and one of the rarest Corvettes on the planet. The car had been restored professionally, but Mueller thought that a couple of things could be perfected and that Kevin was the man to do it. Kevin did a little paintwork on the car followed by a concours-level detail job throughout the entire car.
“When I shipped the car back to him I was nervous,” Kevin remembers. “I hoped he would like it; I put my heart and soul into that car. And he went crazy over it.” Mueller was so impressed with the workmanship that he couldn’t wait to send the next car out to Long Island.
Every time Kevin finished a car and sent it back, Ed Mueller said, “I have another one for you.”
“This went on for 17 years in a row. He’s one of the guys who put me on the map. Everyone knew who Ed Mueller was and that I was working for him.”
With their working relationship quickly turning into a mentor-ship and friendship, the two spoke candidly on the phone one day. “Kevin, I’ll never forget when I met you,” Mueller started. “I met you at the Malcolm Konner Chevrolet show and I didn’t want to tell you this then because I didn’t know you, but I’m going to tell you now because I consider you like a son to me.” He paused. “I think you’re an ***hole.”
Kevin wasn’t sure he had heard him correctly. He did.
“You’re an ***hole, but I love you, and I’m going to tell you why you’re an ***hole. You’re doing the wrong kind of cars.”
“What do you mean?” Kevin asked, taken aback as to why a man who had just complimented him was insulting him. “I’m doing Corvettes; what do you mean I’m working on the wrong cars?”
“Listen to me, Kevin, and you’ll understand. Whether it’s a big-block Corvette or a small-block Corvette or a Tanker or a ZL1, all these cars are basically the same. They have the same bodies, same interiors, same chassis, and the only major difference is the engine.”
Kevin couldn’t disagree with that. He had worked on enough of them to know what Mueller was talking about.
“So you have that 300-horse car that you did,” Mueller continued, “which is really a gorgeous car; the only problem is there’s not any value on it. Now if this car were a 396, or a ’67 435-horse car, it would be worth double or triple the amount of money. Same body, same interior, same chassis; it’s just the engine that’s different. Now if you put all your heart and soul and your passion and talent into a rarer or more desirable car, you’d be better off. Your car wasn’t worth restoring. It’s a great car, a great driver and starter, but you’ve got to take it to a different level.”
Kevin understood completely what Ed Mueller was telling him. The next car he bought for himself was a black-on-red ’67 427/435 coupe in March 1988. The options were incredible and Kevin later discovered that car was the legendary Bounty Hunter. He treated it to a complete frame-off restoration and, although he desperately wanted to keep it for himself, he had a financial partner in his growing business who didn’t share his vision and passion for the brand. In 1991, Kevin had had enough and decided to sell the car. Ed Mueller immediately stepped up to buy it and handed Kevin $100,000 in cash. “Now you’re getting smart,” he said. It was enough money to finish buying out his partner and lead Corvette Repair on his own.
When he wasn’t working at the shop, which wasn’t often, Kevin was at home thumbing through old magazines. He started to become interested in what he considered to be the greatest Corvette option package ever made. He had quickly outgrown even ’67 Tri-Power cars and wanted to step up to the baddest of the bad: RPO L88. However, he couldn’t even come close to being able to afford one.
He continued to look through the old magazines, admiring the famous L88 race cars that duked it out at Sebring, Daytona, and even Le Mans when it hit him. He had never seen or heard of most of these cars in present times. Of course the Grand Sports were known, as were some of the more famous race cars that had major class wins and continued to be used at showcase events through the years. Cars such as Roger Penske’s ’66 Sunoco Blue coupe that won back-to-back at Sebring and Daytona. But there were other class-winning factory L88s that had much success and were never seen again. So what if they were sitting in a junkyard somewhere with the engine missing? A factory L88 race car is still a factory L88 and could be restored as such just as easily as any other Corvette.
“I realized that there were a lot of those cars out there that had never been found. The official publication of Corvette is Corvette News, and I thought that any car featured on the cover would have to be something important. A lot of them were factory L88s that won championships. I decided to go after all of them.
“Some people started to get jealous. They’d say, ‘How can one guy find all these rare cars?’ You know how? When you don’t have a life, like me; that’s how you find these cars. My whole life I was just obsessed with the history of these cars and finding out where the hell they were. While others were on vacation or at home with their families watching a movie, you know what I was doing? I was looking through a telephone book or at the classified ads in an old magazine. I was studying photos in old books, making connections, and getting phone numbers. That’s what I was doing in my spare time. I’d sleep for six or seven hours, and the rest of the time I’d be hunting, restoring, working, repairing; whatever I had to do. So that’s how I found these cars. Other guys were at home. There’s nothing wrong with that; family is as important as anything, but at the time I wasn’t married, I was living on my own, I was independent, so my whole life was Corvettes. That’s why I got this stuff, because I had the drive and the will and the passion to do it.
“I went down a lot of dead-end streets. Not everything was a pot of gold. A lot of cars turned up stolen, destroyed, or burned to the ground. But that’s the way it is.”
As he started finding some of these long-lost race cars through perseverance and gut-bending willpower, he continued to learn from Ed Mueller about the investment side of the car hobby. He was brought in the loop of other well-known collectors including Chip Miller, founder of Corvettes at Carlisle, who also took Kevin under his wing and groomed him into one of the top Corvette experts in the world. Kevin’s first major Corvette sale in 2000 took three cars out of his garage and put $1 million into his bank account. He could have retired on the interest; instead, he spent all of it on his dream Corvette.
Even as the cost of some restorations at Corvette Repair neared half a million dollars, and the awards continued to pile up more than any other Corvette shop in history, the featured magazine covers exceeded 100, and Kevin Mackay took on celebrity-like status on television and at car events worldwide, he never lost the drive to hunt down long-lost Corvettes.
“I like the challenge, I like the hunt, and I love the history. It’s fun. Life is short; we’re only caretakers of these special cars, but as long as I’ve got my health I’ll keep plugging away. That’s what keeps me happy. I didn’t take my first vacation until I was 50 because I got married when I was 50.”
With hardly any time available to date, how did he meet someone, fall in love, and get married? In ninth grade, Kevin started dating Christina, and the two quickly fell in love. From their first date when Kevin took her fishing to learning how to drive together in driver’s ed, they knew they were meant for each other. When Kevin turned 16, she gave him a seashell engraved with the words: Kevin And Christina, Love You Forever, 7/12/1973. The pair shared two years together, sharing first dates, first handholds, and first kisses.
Kevin was the captain of his Junior High wrestling team and his coach, who was incidentally his and Christina’s driving instructor, told him that he couldn’t have any relationships; it would screw with his head. So Kevin broke up with Christina. She was devastated.
Fast forward 30 years when Kevin received an invitation to his 30th high school reunion and, of course, went online to see who else had signed up to attend. He saw a familiar name: Christina Cantone. He couldn’t believe it. All the memories of his first love came back in a whirlwind rush. He had to contact her before the reunion, so he sent an email with the heading “Your First Love.” He said that he was looking forward to seeing her and he hoped that all was well. She responded, signing her email “Your First Love.” Sixty emails later, Christina called Corvette Repair and Kevin recognized her voice immediately. She asked how many kids Kevin had, to which he responded, “I was never married, I have no children, and I’m not gay.”
“I have no kids, I’m divorced, and I’m not gay either,” she said. After they shared a good laugh, Kevin mentioned that he would be in West Palm Beach, Florida, the following week, near where Christina lived, for the Barrett-Jackson auction. She invited him to stay at her house. She told him that she had been so in love with him when she was a kid and that she had never gotten over him.
He had never gotten over her either. That night, he went into his attic and opened a box containing every love letter she had ever written to him and the old seashell that she had inscribed with a rusty nail in her father’s garage. He flew to West Palm Beach, and Christina was there at the airport waiting for him.
“She had this beautiful tan and looked great,” Kevin remembers. “She had put on makeup and jewelry and a beautiful outfit. She never looked like that in high school! I was used to seeing her in jeans and a T-shirt.”
Christina ran up to him and hugged him and kissed him. They walked over to the baggage claim and Kevin said, “Do me a favor and hold on to this,” as he placed the seashell in her hand. Tears ran down her face. She couldn’t believe that he had saved the seashell from more than 30 years ago. He told her that she was his first love and she had always held a place in his heart. That night they went out for dinner, drinks, and dancing, and Kevin had another special surprise waiting for her at home.
“I’m not done with you just yet,” he told her. He then pulled out a binder containing every love letter she had ever written him, in order by date. A year and a half later, Kevin proposed, they got married, and he went on his first vacation that didn’t involve Corvettes.
It seemed as though Kevin Mackay was getting everything that he could have possibly dreamed of: a successful business, a loving wife, and the ability to pursue his Corvette passion every single day. And despite all the magazine articles written about his work and the television and event interviews he’s been a part of, he’s never truly been able to tell the stories behind the cars to his fans. Some of his greatest finds have been the result of years, sometimes decades, of persistent grit and cunning.
“I may have been interviewed about the cars I’ve restored, but they don’t know about what I had to go through to get them. They may see the cars done now and they’re all beautiful and pretty, but they don’t know what it took to get there. That’s why this book is so important. Readers are going to say ‘Holy crap! This guy is out of his freaking mind. This guy never gives up!’ When I do something I try to go all out at any given time and I don’t give up. Maybe that’s just my nature. I have a high school education and although I’m not a good reader or a good speller, I have the drive and I have the will and I have the passion.”
Christmas 1962 was a special time for a seven-year-old Kevin Mackay. He received a toy Indy race car as a gift! Even then, although he loved tractors, trucks, and trains like most boys, he especially loved race cars. His sister, Colleen is standing up with her doll right behind his brother, Jerry. Kevin’s other brother, Brian, experienced his first Christmas that year.
After winning a local soap box derby race, Kevin (right) poses with his brother Jerry and their impressive trophy.
Kevin and his wife, Christina.
