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You know that feeling.
That feeling you get when you pass by an old barn, and see the sun dance off of a piece of old chrome or flat, single-pane glass hiding in a barn. Maybe you see forgotten treasure in the open, fleeting it's flat, aged paint like a knight's faded tunic, sunken into the ground stamped-steel-wheel deep. Sunwashed Marlboro red, not-so-Go Green, malnourished Marina Blue. Weeds are all overgrown around the edges, finding their way into the car through rust holes like a deranged octopus grasping it's prey. Giant holes in the windows invite Mother Nature inside to mold and decay the houndstooth bench seats and chrome Hurst shifter, ensuring that every panel is saturated in hopelessness. The once glimmering brightwork, tarnished into a dull, rusty haze through a constant barrage of moisture, dirt, and dust.
You feel undeniable desire, to raise the sunken hulk to it's former glory, snatching it from the hold of death's icy maw. But the feeling of hopelessness sets in as you pass by your wishful dreams, realizing it could take an average salary to return it to perfect.
Maybe you pass by these forgotten cars every day. Maybe you've stopped countless times to beg and plead the owner to let it go, before their pipe dream of "restoring it someday" turns to getting a six-pence for scrape. To some, seeing yesteryear's pride and glory cars wasting away like pop stars on coke is a daily routine. To others, it plucks at the heartstrings to see something we are so passionate about, just tossed aside like a used rag.
If you are one of these people, then this website is for you. Enjoy spending the rest of your day on the verge of tears, wondering what could become of these forgotten classics.
That feeling you get when you pass by an old barn, and see the sun dance off of a piece of old chrome or flat, single-pane glass hiding in a barn. Maybe you see forgotten treasure in the open, fleeting it's flat, aged paint like a knight's faded tunic, sunken into the ground stamped-steel-wheel deep. Sunwashed Marlboro red, not-so-Go Green, malnourished Marina Blue. Weeds are all overgrown around the edges, finding their way into the car through rust holes like a deranged octopus grasping it's prey. Giant holes in the windows invite Mother Nature inside to mold and decay the houndstooth bench seats and chrome Hurst shifter, ensuring that every panel is saturated in hopelessness. The once glimmering brightwork, tarnished into a dull, rusty haze through a constant barrage of moisture, dirt, and dust.
You feel undeniable desire, to raise the sunken hulk to it's former glory, snatching it from the hold of death's icy maw. But the feeling of hopelessness sets in as you pass by your wishful dreams, realizing it could take an average salary to return it to perfect.
Maybe you pass by these forgotten cars every day. Maybe you've stopped countless times to beg and plead the owner to let it go, before their pipe dream of "restoring it someday" turns to getting a six-pence for scrape. To some, seeing yesteryear's pride and glory cars wasting away like pop stars on coke is a daily routine. To others, it plucks at the heartstrings to see something we are so passionate about, just tossed aside like a used rag.
If you are one of these people, then this website is for you. Enjoy spending the rest of your day on the verge of tears, wondering what could become of these forgotten classics.
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