(Found In) Lone Mountain (San Francisco, California): 1964 Studebaker Avanti


The Studebaker Avanti is the most Christ-like of all personal coupes. I’m not too sure that the end of production at South Bend fell on a Friday, or whether the revival of limited production models came on a Sunday. In a number of ways it was perfect, in other ways it was perfectly flawed.

As we start to close out the year, let’s revisit this car I’ve covered before in terms of which crosses it had to bear for the sins of Studebaker before arising to a bespoke role.

Although Studebaker is not often credited as such, they delivered the personal coupe gospel to American buyers quicker than other manufacturers. Of course, 60+ years hindsight allows us to see that it was a botched attempt. Studebaker didn’t anticipate the high demand for their 1953  glamour coupes.

Quality bug-a-boos and delays hindered sales, never mind the ancient Flathead Six or a milquetoast V8 underhood providing marginal to adequate performance for the times.

If Studebaker had placed more faith and planning in the initial batch of coupes, they would have gotten a five year jump on Ford’s Squarebird. The original Starlight Coupe is still a milestone design, the St. John that prophesied the Avanti.  The magic brew of overenthusiastic new President Sherwood Egbert arriving at the turn of the decade gave a new lease on life, and a desire to usher in a new halo model to ward off rumors on eminent demise.

Throw in a challenge he gave to Raymond Loewy, give Loewy and his design team 40 days and 40 nights to come up with a clay model after showing them some rough sketches by Loewy of a Studebaker sports car and voila, out comes The Avanti.

From approval in the Spring of 1961, it took under a year’s time for the Avanti to transition from being an in-house pipe dream to something customers could—theoretically—buy. Sadly, some ghosts from Studebaker’s last attempt to make a huge splash in the marketplace with a stylish new coupe reared their ugly heads.

The rush to get the car into production meant  outsourced fiberglass bodies that didn’t fit together. Eventually Studebaker did the job themselves, but spent plenty of time doing their best with body production they weren’t exactly familiar with.


By the time the Avanti was truly ready for sale, it found itself in a interestingly crowded field of competitors for 1963. In addition to competing somewhat with the Thunderbird in price, two surprising rivals for attention leapfrogged from General Motors in the fall of 1962.

The razor sharp Buick Riviera and the stunning Corvette Sting Ray were both within shooting distance price-wise of the potential savior from South Bend. It can also be argued that both held a higher quotient of prestige, if not all out snob appeal, compared to the sinewy new Studebaker.

Another Achilles Heel were the limitations of the available chassis, it evolved into more of a Grand Tourer. The basic bones were essentially a Lark Daytona convertible frame that had roots in the same Old Testament frame that sat under every “standard” Studebaker since 1953.  Studebaker did do a good job in making the old bones perform well enough though.

The hardly “Spring Chicken” 289 V8 was still able to scoot a basic R1 Avanti to 60 in under 10 seconds, which was a pipe dream for the deceptively overweight Thunderbird. Chosing R2, or R3  grade Avantis brought you into parity and beyond what a Buick Riviera was capable of in the straight line.  You could potentially scoot right up to what all but the most ferocious of Corvettes could do.

The Avanti does bring up more why questions than why-nots. It seems at cross purpose that Studebaker kept selling the cheaper but somewhat similar in terms of market position Gran Turismo Hawk in production alongside it. That begs the question of whether the Avanti was more a personal luxury coupe or more an authentic attempt at a four-seat sports car.

Content-wise, the lushly appointed interior and reality that the majority of the units sold were set up as capable boulevard cruisers sides with the Personal Luxury assessment. The blazing (optional) performance tips the needle into “four-seat Corvette” territory.

How the Avanti landed, however, was a curiosity that few indulged. A switch to square headlamp bezels dates our subject car as one of a depressing 809 of the 1964 models built before Studebaker shuttered their South Bend plant five days before Christmas 1963.  1965 was the Avanti’s Easter Sunday, as the Altman brothers and Leo Newman resurrected it as the Avanti II.  In the greatest form of irony, the Avanti found its Frankenstein monster pulse by using a Corvette-grade 327 small block V8 from Chevrolet. The Avanti found a second life as a bespoke grand tourer. In a lot of ways, the Avanti II developed into a softer four-seat Corvette that General Motors was too lazy or afraid to commit to.

Though not for everyone, it does offer a heady mix of design distinction and performance wrapped up in a fascinating origin story. The Avanti was a purely American confection, yet also one of the most internationally-flavored items conceived on American soil.



  1. VWNate1 · December 10

    Sigh .

    It coulda been a contender .



  2. Bill Owen · December 12

    Every time I see an Avanti my heart flutters faster. This automobile speaks to me in ways today’s cars don’t… or cannot. The lithe body – especially given the Daytona’s limitations – remains a sculptural triumph that makes current models look cookie-cutter and uninspiring. A 50 year-old design that still moves the spirit, this sexy siren harbors one ugly secret. “Hog Troughs” These long narrow inserts joined at the lower outer frame allowed the Avanti to widen the stance and comfort of a compact car donor. But they decay. Every time I am ready to pull the trigger on an Avanti, the discovery of rotted hog troughs discourages me from pursuing my dream. Replacements are available and were I wealthy enough to undertake a full body-off restoration, I would. Sadly, the physique of a handsome fiberglass car prevails, but like each of us as we age, our bones fail. Yet, the love I have for this orphan majesty endures. May it always.


  3. Bill Owen · December 13

    Laurence –

    Are you asking me to contribute a story from sunny Naples, Florida? Not to trample on your wonderful site I so enjoy, but to augment with an east coast perspective. I would if you would.



    • Laurence Jones · December 13

      I’d be honored to have a full guest contribution, Bill! Either I can set you up with controls to self publish or you can submit materials to larsupreme@gmail.com. Either way I’d look forward to it.


  4. Bill Owen · December 16

    Laurence – Let me put my thinking cap on and I’ll pass some ideas by you. Thanks for the opportunity.


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