One of the cars that visited “the yard” quite often was a car I genuinely begged for. I remember it clearly: 1979 Chevrolet Malibu two-door, primer gray with red gut, redneck lowered, with a random spoiler of unknown origin screwed into the rear decklid. I wanted that car badly. It was complete, minus an engine and a set of springs that kept the car from dragging it’s pumpkin over the “road turtles” of South Kitsap roads. The answer was always “no”, coupled with a musing about a car that always seemed destined to boomerang back into the owner’s life. He absolutely detested that car.
Fast forward to today. I’ve done my best to not own the same exact car twice…even though I’ve had numerous G-body Cutlasses and about every flavor of Chrysler FJM cars ever produced. I look back on the cars I’ve gotten rid of over the years, and I wonder…would I take one back? If I had the ability to acquire it, condition be damned, would I actually want to own one again? There might be a couple…the 2005 “Mock One” Mustang was a fun canyon carver. The 1984 Dodge Ramcharger was only sold as a flip for some cash, it was a good truck. The 2006 Monte Carlo SS would make an interesting MPG build since trying to make power would mean a destroyed transaxle, and the 1987 Monte Carlo SS…well, that’s the most collectible machine I’ve had, nevermind one of the coolest. The rest have either met their end or I have no desire to know where they are at.
What do you think? Would you do like Derek here did and dive head-first into a car you hadn’t seen in years just because, or would you leave the past in the past and move on to anything else?