[VIDEO] Dennis Collins Pulls a Midyear Corvette and Seven Other Classics from a Kansas Barn

Nov 23, 2025

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[VIDEO] Dennis Collins Pulls a Midyear Corvette and Seven Other Classics from a Kansas Barn

Dennis Collins has rescued thousands of cars over the decades, but even he didn’t see this one coming. Standing in a dusty Kansas barn, surrounded by eight classics that hadn’t moved in 25 years, the Coffee Walk host is cataloging the obvious treasures—a Nassau Blue ’66 Corvette, a ’76 Eldorado convertible, matching MGs from the ’50s. Then someone mentions the production numbers on the brown 1973 Mustang convertible in the corner.

“So, there were 293 of these built,” Collins says, stopping mid-stride. “This is the rarest car in the whole bunch.”

Surprisingly, the YouTuber notes that once he gets the eight classics home to Texas, he’s going to drive the pony car the most, proving that even a Corvette savior like Collins doesn’t always automatically fall in love with the “Plastic Fantastic” examples in his garage.

That ’66 Corvette, by the way, has an interesting backstory.

After confirming that it’s Code 976 Nassau Blue instead of the less common Trophy Blue, Collins hears how this Corvette came to be part of the collection.

“My dad and my grandfather and I went to Denver, Colorado to buy cars one weekend,” the seller recalls. “And we took my mom’s ’80 Citation, which my dad hated. And we go into a hotel and this car is sitting out front. My dad says, ‘Well, I’m going to talk to that guy in the morning.’ And so he and his wife came out. Next morning, my dad’s waiting. He came out and he said, ‘What are you planning on doing with this Corvette?’ And he goes, “Well, I’m actually here to take it to an auction. And my wife’s kind of wanting a sedan.’ And [Dad] goes, ‘Well, I got this sedan right here.’ So, he ends up trading in the parking lot my mom’s ’80 Citation for this Corvette.”

“Wow,” Dennis says, “that was a great trade. For a car which now is worth zero, right?”

Only problem? “There’s three of us,” the son points out. “We have to find another ride to get home. So, that’s when we end up buying the other Mustang.”

“Really?”

“To get home?”

“Yeah.”

“So, was mom happy or sad? Uh, she was a little sad when she got home cuz she ended up getting to drive a ’78 van.”

The cars belonged to a family that had spent 36 years collecting, though they’d stopped actively curating at the turn of the century. Irish Spring soap bars scattered throughout the vehicles told their own story of preservation—an old farmer’s trick to keep mice away. Each car had been chosen specifically: no rust buckets allowed, only honest machines worth saving. Among the long-ignored “great stuff that needs to be rescued, needs to be back on the road”: two “great” Mustangs, two MGs, a T-Bird convertible, and a last-year 1976 Eldorado roadster with the biggest engine of the day – a 500 V8, a car that is “not rare but very desirable” in Dennis’ view.

But it was Collins’ assistant and his mathematical mishap that provided the day’s best comedy. After carefully measuring trailers and cars, the helper confidently declared they were 12 feet short of space—only to realize he’d forgotten to account for overhang. “Dennis was right,” someone muttered as they watched him sheepishly recalculate. “What?” Collins shot back. “Yeah, I said that.”