Antique & Classic Cars Blog

A friend drove by this in someone’s yard with a for-sale sign on it. Hadn’t been washed in a while and paint condition was hard to judge. Looked nice, though–which was good and bad.

This friend has cars. He has bikes. He has gadgets and gizmos of all sorts and they’re all pretty darn cool. He knew he was going to have to stop and check out this ‘62 Galaxie 500. He was kind of hoping the far side would be smashed up or there’d be rust holes in it. Or the interior would be in tatters. Or missing.

Not that he would wish an ill fate on any mechanical thing. But if it was rough, he wouldn’t have to buy it. If it was nice, well…they’re not making ‘em any more and somebody’s gotta look after our automotive history.

As you can see, it was nice. Very nice. Original. Unrestored. Interior dead flawless.

Came out of Texas. Nice and dry. Always garaged. Seldom used. Never abused. One of those cars grampa gets, stops using, parks. Nobody takes it. Nobody hauls it out of its quiet, protected haven for a long time.

When it emerges, it’s a time-warp car. All the peers it knew on the road are gone. Now it’s an artifact. Somebody’s gotta take care of it.

(Check out the child seat. “Your baby is held comfortably but securely in his Infantseat. He’s completely safe from rolling, falling, smothering or other accidents.” I don’t see many like this in use anymore. Maybe they overlooked something.)

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