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Do you also recall Sixty8 calling me on a Sunday afternoon from YOUR CAR telling me that the Lincoln had to be gone from his driveway by Tuesday morning (which thankfully later turned out to not be the case)? I never once contemplated "sending the car to its grave;" only selling it cheaply in the face of a fast-approaching deadline I had zero time to prepare for. Also, don't YOU lecture me on letting a car I had to take for free and had no place to store sit and be an afterthought for a couple months while I had a million other things to take care of when there's been two Cudas sitting in the garage at your house acting as shelving for God knows how long.

I wonder how much pollution Al Gore's private jet puts out as he flies all over the world to make speeches about pollution.

You forgot the V12 offered from 1930-1937

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand here we have a funeral coach done the right way: a 1939 Cadillac carved panel hearse by Henney

Whoever runs that yard near you deserves to be dragged out into the street and shot. Why he would turn DeVille convertibles and 55 Chevys into iron pancakes is beyond me. Is he retarded?! Obviously he must be allergic to money or something if he doesn't even attempt to sell any of the vehicles you describe. And once again, a bunch of fine old vehicles die at the hands of an idiot that happens to be the wrong person with all the right connections. Whenever I see an old car get crushed that still has potential, the thought that often comes to mind is that some kid out there could buy it cheap and restore it with their dad and learn some valuable skills instead of f@#king off and being out on the street getting into trouble.

Coachwork by Blaugam of Spain (hopefully they go out of business shortly)

Honestly I could give a f@#k less about new cars being in a junkyard because that's where most of them belong. Sorry Dodgefan, but my heart really doesn't weep for a refrigerator white 90's Intrepid on the stack and I don't know why yours should either after Sixty8 and I took you to a place like that yard in New Hampshire. Your 1957 Chrysler Saratoga is still there, waiting in the woods for you whenever you decide to stop working on Geo Prizms and Dodge Shadows that will still only be worth $300 when you're done with whatever it is you're doing to them, by the way. When it comes to older vehicles, that DOES bother me, especially when the car is complete enough and has any amount of potential. Obviously not everything can be saved, and a car from the 50's that was parked on dirt in the 60's with the windows down should probably be crushed unless it's something spectacular, but people that send a perfectly good car to the heap because it's taking up valuable real estate or it burns too much gas or some other bull$h! reason are assholes. That's why I'll save whatever I can. I've saved a couple thusfar: -1979 Cadillac Coupe DeVille (78,000 original miles)- old man sends it to the yard the next day if I don't take it, bought for $300, tuned up, got a title for it, sold it for $800, still lives today. -1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme (77,000 original miles)- kid moving to Washington State and can't take it with him, uncle will send it to the yard next week if I don't take it, bought it for $230, tuned up, minor exhaust work, used as a partial trade for a 1971 Cadillac Coupe DeVille, still lives today. -1974 Lincoln Continental Executive Limousine by Moloney Coachbuilders, Inc. (62,000 original miles)- last in service in 1986 and sat ever since, owner gave the okay to junk it and I asked if I could have it instead, got the car for free, got it running, rebuilt carb, tuned up, cobbed in a brake line so it could stop again, got a title for it, sold it for $1000 to a Lincoln collector from New York who is restoring it as we speak, still lives today. -1971 Cadillac Sedan DeVille- owner murdered, father of owner will send it to the yard by the end of the week if I don't take it because it bothers him and his wife to look at it, bought for $300, new alternator, voltage regulator, and battery, currently on loan to Sixty8, still lives today. So if you're gonna be one of those people that sends an older vehicle to the junkyard, at least make sure it really is too far gone before you do so. And if that's the case, then try to make sure you pull off every useable part you can before you do so so that they're available to keep other ones out there going.

A 1940 Ford coupe (hot rodded) parked next to a 1940 Chevrolet coupe (original) at a local donut shop. Very cool.

Early 50's Packards had something similar on the rear quarter panels, known widely as "bottle openers." Three on each side could be ordered on Model 250 and 300 Mayfairs and Clippers and came standard on the Patrician 400's starting in 1951. A fourth could be ordered for a small fee in later years.

The Tara Reid picture was great

Sounds like they watched one too many episodes of Da Ali G Show before naming their kid. Dumbasses.

Ditto. I don't know why everybody's so afraid of working on their own cars today to the point of getting bent over hard with no lube. Someone in this thread said they paid $800 for a brake job; are you f@#king high?! Buy the parts, buy the book, buy a 12-pack, recruit a buddy, spend a Sunday and do it yourself.

Agreed. I defintely need to some day stop being just a spectator at the local "Vintage Era Days" (pre-WWII only) car & truck show.

I'm gonna have to agree with smallchevy that Geo Metro ownership is the most effective method of contraception going.

Thunderturd

Do any cars with the liquid tire chain option survive today? Does it (did it) actually work?

Another event on my list of things to do before I die!

1924 Buick rumbleseat roadster Check and mate.

Well, he definitely stole MY answer.

You mean the Communist Republic of Dukakis, right? Yeah, it's wonderful. </sarcasm>

Nice car. My dad's car in high school was a dark blue with black top and interior '70 model SJ. It was his baby..... right up until the day that a drunk woman backed into it with her Chrysler Imperial at about 30 MPH. It hit the front corner of the car so hard that it climbed onto the nose and caved in the A-pillar. If he was sitting inside instead of at the pizza shop across the street with my mother, he probably would have been killed. When the police arrived at the scene, the officer refused to give a ticket to the woman who was obviously drunk and had a half-empty bottle of whiskey in her glove box, telling my father "she's suffered enough tonight."

Like twice a f@#king day. It's just another chick car around here, lumped in with the Cavalier/Sunfire, Focus, Neon, etc. I say you're a lucky man if it's a rarity for you to see one of these piles of crap.

I came | | this close to buying a 1951 Packard 200 coupe today for the astronomical sum of $800 until I remembered that I had no place to put it and my poor Eldorado would never get done if I kept buying stuff. Shame, too, as it was 100% complete and wasn't in terrible shape. What a little honey of a car. It's times like this that make me wish I had a big barn to squirrel something like this away in till I was ready for it.