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stuff you have found pulling vehicles apart inside for years . . . .

I found a late 80s ladies high school class ring in a Mustang once. It was BIG. I wear a 9-10 wedding band and it just fell off my fingers. She apparently played field hockey or something.
 
A long long time ago, I was helping a buddy clean out his Camaro that he was selling. We were going through the trunk and he pulls out this pair of women's underwear. It was huge, I mean really really huge. He held them up and was speechless as he racked his brain trying to recall whose they were and how they got in there.

He didn't talk much the rest of the time while cleaning out the car, I think he was either embarrassed or it brought back a nightmare.
 
When I wrecked my 95 blazer the cops came up to me after the wrecker got it flipped over. Asked me if I was a diabetic and could show them my arms looking for tract marks. Apparently the previous owner had needles hidden in places I didn’t ever find for the couple years I had the truck. That was fun.
 
Mom and dad had a towing/ wrecking yard.

Would probably be easier to list what I didn't find. I was asked by LEOs to look for 3 fingers in a Ford truck that had driven under a semi trailer. Found 2 behind the seat. The squirrel was munching on the 3rd one. I did not chase him down for it.

Tools. I had thousands of tools. Swap meet once a month.
Home Stereos, albums, cassets by the hundreds. Jewelry, purses, wallets.
Porn, a crap load of porn. Never realized that people drove down the street with trunk loads of porn. Family albums. Those we tried to return. Bras and panties by the pound. We used to go through the cars with gloves and respirators.

Also allowed me to have burn down tires for Friday and Saturday night cruises. I was the king of roasting tires. Put the junk ones on for the weekend. Used to use a putty knife to scrape the rubber boogers out of my fender wells before I went home. Like dad didn't know.
 
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