Junkyard Find: 1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder

Murilee Martin
by Murilee Martin

Here's a car trivia question for you: what engine name went on to become the designation for a body style and then a car model name in its own right? The answer is, of course, Marauder.

Today's Junkyard Find is an example of the second type of Marauderization (not to be confused with Moroderization) within the world of Ford's Mercury Division.

Starting in 1958, Ford's new MEL (Mercury-Edsel-Lincoln) big-block V8 engine was given the Marauder name when installed in Mercury models. Yes, I bought these badges.

The MEL engine became exclusive to just the Lincoln Continental starting with the 1961 model year (and staying in production through 1968), but the Marauder name was just too good to throw away. For the 1963½-1965 model years, every full-size hardtop Mercury model with a notchback roofline (instead of the goofy Breezeway roof) would have "Marauder" appended to its model name.

The big-Mercury universe for 1964 included the top-grade Park Lane, the mid-level Montclair and the might-as-well-be-a-Ford-Galaxie Monterey. Most accounts of the origin of the Montclair name state that it was derived from the name of the closest affluent town to Ford's Mahwah Assembly plant in New Jersey. I bought this badge to give to a friend who resides in another wealthy enclave called Montclair.

The door tag tells us that this car was assembled in St. Louis on November 7, 1963. It was painted in Carnival Red with the interior done up in black/black and had a 390-cubic-inch V8 engine with two-barrel carburetor bolted to a Merc-O-Matic three-speed automatic transmission. The DSO code of 51 shows that it was sold out of the Denver sales office.

Built in Missouri, probably shipped to Colorado by train, then sold new in Greeley, located about 60 miles north of Denver and the site of a famous Utopian community during the late 19th century. Greeley is also known for being the town that horrified Sayyid Qutb when he lived there in the early 1950s and hastened him on the path to becoming the Godfather of Al Qaeda. There's plenty of history in the junkyard, if you know where to look.

Its final parking spot was in the U-Pull-&-Pay just north of downtown Denver, so it appears to have spent its entire career in Front Range Colorado. I say "was" because I shot these photos more than a year ago and this car was crushed before we even reached 2023.

I'd have written about it earlier (I like to put the word out about cars like this while their parts are still available), but I went a bit Mercury-crazy with my junkyard writings during late 2022 and early 2023 and decided to take a break from writing about vehicles named after the God of Speed ( and Commerce).

The Montclair and Park Lane names disappeared after 1968 (the Monterey name survived through 1974, then was revived for the Mercurized Ford Freestar in 2004). The Marauder name got ditched in 1966, then revived on a massive personal luxury coupe for 1969- 1970. It was brought back to life on the 2003-2004 Marauder, a version of the Grand Marquis powered by the Lincoln Mark VIII's DOHC engine. The Mercury brand itself departed this world after 2011.

The body wasn't rusty and the interior was dirty but in solid restorable condition. Why did this car meet such a fate?

Sadly, big Detroit four-doors of the 1946-1975 era just don't have much of a following among American car aficionados, even when they have hardtop roofs, big-block engines and generous helpings of chrome.

This region is isolated from the major population centers of the United States, too, meaning it's a 20-hour tow to haul a project car to the West Coast or the big cities of the Upper Midwest from here.

The local car freaks have all the projects they can handle and then some. So, to The Crusher it went.

If it makes you feel any better, most of the good trim and glass parts from this car were purchased before it got squished and shredded.

Naturally, some junkyard shopper grabbed the 390 before I arrived. Ford FE engines are still worth money to Mustang restorers.

The ancient snow tires suggest that this car sat immobile for decades before coming here.

The Rockies began playing in 1993, so perhaps this car was a runner as recently as 30 years ago.

1963 was the final year in which AM radios sold in the United States were required to have the CONELRAD nuke-attack-warning frequencies of 640 and 1240 kHz marked on their dials. This car was built in 1963, so it's CONELRAD-compliant even though it didn't have to be.

They would have worshiped this car in Sweden, to which 10,000 classic American vehicles are imported each year, because Swedish car freaks love old Detroit sedans. If it had been in California and thus near a major port, such a happy ending for it might have happened.

The price is medium, the action Maximum. Just ask Parnelli Jones!

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

1964 Mercury Montclair Four-Door Hardtop Marauder in Colorado wrecking yard.

[Images: The Author]

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Murilee Martin
Murilee Martin

Murilee Martin is the pen name of Phil Greden, a writer who has lived in Minnesota, California, Georgia and (now) Colorado. He has toiled at copywriting, technical writing, junkmail writing, fiction writing and now automotive writing. He has owned many terrible vehicles and some good ones. He spends a great deal of time in self-service junkyards. These days, he writes for publications including Autoweek, Autoblog, Hagerty, The Truth About Cars and Capital One.

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  • Lou_BC Lou_BC on Dec 05, 2023

    I kept wanted to say "Book 'Em Danno" while looking at the photos of the Mercury but this car predate Hawaii Five - O by 3 years.

  • Mdoore Mdoore on Jan 11, 2024

    they looked cool but my god... all that metal in the dash and no seatbelts. You would probably be killed or critically injured in an accident for sure.

  • Steve S. Steve was a car guy. In his younger years he owned a couple of European cars that drained his bank account but looked great and were fun to drive while doing it. This was not a problem when he was working at a good paying job at an aerospace company that supplied the likes of Boeing and Lockheed-Martin, but after he was laid off he had to work a number of crummy temp jobs in order to keep paying the rent, and after his high-mileage BMW was totaled in an accident, he took the insurance payout and decided to get something a little less high maintenance. But what to get? A Volkswagen? Maybe a Volvo? No, he knew that the parts for those were just as expensive and they had the same reputation for spending a lot of time in the shop as any other European make. Steve was sick and tired of driving down that road."Just give me four wheels and a seat," said Steve to himself. "I'll buy something cooler later when my work situation improves".His insurance company was about to stop paying for the rental car he was driving, so he had to make a decision in a hurry. He was not really a fan of domestics but he knew that they were generally reliable and were cheap to fix when they did break, so he decided to go to the nearest dealership and throw a dart at something.On the lot was a two year old Pontiac Sunfire. It had 38,000 miles on it and was clean inside and out. It looked reasonably sporty, and Steve knew that GM had been producing the J-car for so long that they pretty much worked the bugs out of it. After taking a test drive and deciding that the Ecotec engine made adequate power he made a deal. The insurance check paid for about half of it, and he financed the rest at a decent rate which he paid off within a year.Steve's luck took a turn for the better when he was offered a job working for the federal government. It had been months since he went on the government jobs website and threw darts at job listings, so he was surprised at the offer. It was far from his dream job, and it didn't pay a lot, but it was stable and had good benefits. It was the "four wheels and a seat" of jobs. "I can do this temporarily while I find a better job", he told himself.But the year 2007 saw the worst economic crash since the Great Depression. Millions of people were losing their jobs, the housing market was in a free fall, people were declaring bankruptcy left and right, and the temporary job began to look more and more permanent. Steve didn't like his job, and he hated his supervisors, but he considered himself lucky that he was working when so many people were not. And the federal government didn't lay people off.So he settled in for the long haul. That meant keeping the Sunfire. He didn't enjoy it, but he didn't hate it either, and it did everything he asked of it without complaint.Eventually he found a way to tolerate his job too, and he built seniority while paying off his debts. There was a certain feeling of comfort and satisfaction of being debt-free, and he even began to build some savings, which was increasingly important for someone now in their forties.Another bit of luck came a few years later when Steve's landlord decided to sell the house Steve was renting, at the bottom of the housing market, and offered it to Steve for what he had in it. Steve's house was small and cramped, and he didn't really like it, but thanks to his savings and good credit he became a homeowner in an up and coming neighborhood.Fourteen years later Steve was still working that temporary job, still living in that cramped little house that he now hated, and still drove the Sunfire because it wouldn't die. For years now he dreamed of making a change, but then the pandemic happened and threw the economy and life in general into chaos. Steve weathered the pandemic, kept his job when millions of people were losing theirs, and sheltered in place in that crummy little house, with Netflix, HBO, and a dozen other streaming services keeping him company, and drove to and from work in the Sunfire because it was four wheels and a seat and that's all he needed for now.Steve's life was secure, but a kind of dullness had set in. He existed, but the fire went out; even when the pandemic ended and life returned to normal Steve's life went on as it had for years; an endless Groundhog Day of work, home, work, home. He never got his real-estate license or finished college and got his bachelor's, never got a better job, never used his passport to do some traveling in Europe. He lost interest in cars. "To think how much money I wasted on hot cars when I was younger", he said to himself. He never married and lost interest in dating. "No woman would want me anyway. I've gotten so dull and uninteresting that I even bore myself".Eventually the Sunfire began to give trouble. With 200,000 miles on the clock it was leaking oil, developing electrical gremlins, and wallow around on blown-out shocks. Steve wasn't hurting for money and thought about treating himself to a new car. "A BMW 3-series, maybe. Or maybe an Alfa Romeo Giulia!" He began to peruse the listings on Autotrader. "Maybe this is just what I need to pull out of this funk. Put a little fun back in my life. Yeah, and maybe go back to the gym, and who knows, start dating again and do some traveling while I'm still young enough to enjoy it!"Then his father passed away and left him a low-mileage Ford. Steve didn't like it or hate it, but it was four wheels and a seat, and that's all he needed right now."Is it too late to have a mid-life crisis?" Steve thought to himself. For what he needed more than that stable job, that house with an enviably small mortgage payment, and that reliable car was a good kick in the hindquarters. "What the hell am I afraid of? I should be afraid that things will never change!"But the depression was like a drug, a numbness that they call "dysthymia"; where you're neither here or there, alive or dead, happy or sad. It was a persistent overcast, a low ceiling that kept him grounded. The Sunfire sat in his driveway getting buried by the needles from his neighbor's overhanging pine trees which were planted right on the property line. "Those f---ing pine trees! That's another thing I hate about this damn house!" Eventually the Sunfire wouldn't start. "I don't blame you", he said to the car as he trudged past it to drive the Ford to another Groundhog Day at that miserable job.
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