That rusty old car place. I think every town has one. A place piled up with wrecks and salvaged heaps. Could be a junkyard or just a guy who likes to collect old cars in his yard. Sometimes it’s a little of both – a junked yard!
Our local Rusty Old Car Place is a treasure trove of all things on wheels from just about every decade.
There’s hot rods, land yachts, muscle cars, Model T’s and jalopies.
The owner of this place lets me wander around with my camera. Every time I stop by he’s got something new in the yard, like this ‘57 Bel Air.
There’s a few early model Fords hulking around.
How about a fire truck from bygone days.
My favorite is a 1960’s Flxible Bus. It’s got turquoise and teal trim. So very mod!
I don’t know what collector guys do with all these cars. Sell them? Trade them? Fix them up? Some of these wrecks seem pretty far gone.
I suspect most collectors buy rusty old cars just because they like the looks of them.
I love these cars, too. They don’t make ‘em like that anymore. And despite all the rust and ruin, they are still things of beauty. The lines, the form, the chrome details are to be admired, even in their old-age state.
So for everyone who has some age and can remember these cars when they were new, let’s say it together –
Eat my rust!
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It’s good for photographers to have eccentric folks around.
I sure luv to photograph quirky stuff! ?
Most of these pics are calendar material! Such an awesome post!! Love it <3
Thanks, Hon! ?
We are on our way to Vegas to look for a car. Babo suggests we turn around and look in your lot ?
Hahaha! Bring some Rustoleum!
Wow! They’ve got some really old vehicles there! I know where my first car ended up — probably crushed at a Las Vegas facility similar to this. It was killed in the car crash that did in my left hip, the frame twisted. I sat in the hospital and cried when I heard of it’s demise — a 1967 Red Ford Mustang my Dad found for me the fall of 1968. My payments on it were $50 a month and I paid it off the month before I got married — which would have been December 1970 since I married Jay in January 1971 and we drove it west from Ohio to where his job was. I named it Rory…a name I later gave the heroine in SUPERSTAR. I gave her the ’67 red Mustang to drive for awhile, too. You know, it would be fun to write one of these old vehicle’s autobiographies, let them tell their own story about owners over time and how they feel about this particular retirement!
Beth
Bet you were Hot Stuff in that Mustang, Beth!
My favorite: the rusty old fire truck! my grandsons, really into firetrucks. Oh, my don’t we all carry a bit of rust, some more than others! but thankfully, I can still rev my engine!!! What stories these vehicles could tell about road trips and places seen, people transported! Wonder where the ’63 F-85 Oldsmobile I drove in high school and the 1972 Skylark Buick, my first car found their resting place!????? What is that saying: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
I have fond memories of my first car – a hand-me-down 1964 Rambler with shag carpet and 8-track stereo!
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