No time for old cars.

Sometimes there is just no time for your favorite things. Such as old cars and related things. Recently cleaned out the shed and backyard of steel items with the idea of taking them to the scrapyard to sell. The price aroud here is at 85-90 cents a pound so it does add up fast. Took my load of miscellaneous to a local site and made my fortune.
While there I noticed in this yard a 1961 Valiant 4 door in what could be called rough condition. A real #6 vehicle that would require a ambitious restoration. The only thing it had on its side was its total completeness. Right down to the owners manual in the glove box. A lot of donor material was there but so was a lot of rust and mice nesting. This could be someones dream and it is waiting for your arrival. Call if you want to know where it is.

55 Ghost

I saw it again but could not follow it again. The 55 Plymouth I saw in June of 09 came by again yesterday. Same old couple in it,same barn find condition. It quietly went by as I was working in the yard. I was only a few feet from the road so I got a better look. Saw some rust at left lower front fender but the rest looked solid. It ran very quietly or mabye it was a ghost and they make no noise.

What did I see?

Have you ever been in a rush to get somewhere and catch a glimpse of something that raises the question,what did I see? Was on the way to an appointment on a small state road when I saw them! There were 40's,50's and 60's in a roadside lot fenced in by a 6 foot chain-link fence. I did not have time to stop but I know where it is and I'll be back when I have time. They were ordinary cars,four doors and sedans but appeared to be all there. Amazing what you can see in a glance. Stay tuned as a follow up report will be coming.

Prizes await us.

There it sits in all it's glory, a 56 Ford 2 door sedan. Original paint,nothing missing except no one to care for it. This is right here in my home town. The owner is not interested in selling,no explanation thanks ,bye. They are all around us,the garage down the road with a side lot full of 60's stuff. Not for sale,I have plans for them. He does'nt seem to understand what happens to a car settig on the ground with no wheels. Would he put up a window or cover a missing one? No to all.it is up to us to keep trying and keep in touch for the time when circumstances change. Our time will come we must remain patient.

It's nearby,I can feel it. I can see it's faded paint with that great patina that only age can give. The pristine interior with that slightly musty smell draws me in. The coat of dust only makes it more mysterious. The small imperfections seem meaningless as it just looks regal. Under the hood is the same just a little oily dirt and a Ford script battery. I bet I can start it,the keys hang on the barn wall next to a log book of all that has been done to it. Its a fat fendered 47 Ford lurking in a secreted but not forgotten barn. Whats that,a pain in my side,what!!!!!! My wife just elbowed me,I was talking in my sleep. OOOH but a dream.