I’d rock this very 80s short bed all day long. Crappy though the windshield, in the rain photo, but still sexy.
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You damn right !!!I’d rock this very 80s short bed all day long. Crappy though the windshield, in the rain photo, but still sexy.
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In the late 90’s I worked at a performance speed shop and about two miles from the shop there was a 1968 R-code 428 SCJ Mustang sitting on the side of an old house for so long ( wheels had been removed on the rear with no jack stands ) that the car was at ground level and rotting away.These two are going to rot into the ground. They've been there for the 18 yrs I've been in this area and a guy at work said the owner says they will never be sold. Sad.
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That shit sucks. Farmers are also good for letting stuff rot and not selling it because some day they might need it. Scrappers bother me too, the ones that don't see any value in anything other than what the scrap price of it is.In the late 90’s I worked at a performance speed shop and about two miles from the shop there was a 1968 R-code 428 SCJ Mustang sitting on the side of an old house for so long ( wheels had been removed on the rear with no jack stands ) that the car was at ground level and rotting away.
The house they were living in wasn’t worth what that car would have sold for yet they would never sell…
One day the house was condemned and eventually demolished and the car was hauled off by the county to be scrapped - I just hope someone at the scrapyard recognized what it was and saved it from the crusher.
Just don’t understand why people let valuable cars rot away out in the elements like that while knowing that they won’t be able to revive them.
There was a 1970 DAYTONA that sat 20’ from the side of a busy highway throughout the 70’s & 80’s and the story was the “my son’s car and they lost him in Vietnam” .There's a mach 1, looks like a 69, sitting in a carport in Whaley illegal, VA. I first saw it in 1985. It has not moved since. The last time I went that way was after 2010 when Dad died.
I stopped to ask about it, I gas just curious more than anything. The door was open, the t.v. was on, but they wouldn't answer the door.
I walked to a Cafe across the street to see if anyone knew the story.
The young lady explained it belonged to the man's brother
He was killed in Vietnam just after buying it.
Said he will never sell it. Shame really, it'd be a much better testament to his brother than just rotting away.
Get rid of the hood stack and it's perfect