“I’ll get to it one day, kid, now f**k off.” That line was spat at me by the owner of a 1971 Plymouth Satellite that I tried like hell to buy in 1999. The car wasn’t in bad shape, but it’d been sitting for a minute and the owner didn’t give a damn about a teenager with a dream making an offer. The same story in different situations played out all over creation that year…the Monte Carlo in the trees, the Mustang II Mach 1 that had been under a carport for at least a decade, the Delta 88 on flat tires, the Dodge truck with half the “Prospector” badge missing. They were all going to be fixed up some day. What day? Who the hell knows. I’ve been politely told that a vehicle isn’t for sale and I’ve been shot at just trying to ask about a car on property. Some people hold onto things for years, and there’s nothing you can do if they don’t want to let it go.
This next sentence might be evil, but it’s the truth: the owner has to die sometime. And usually, once they kick the bucket, the family isn’t interested in dealing with that wreck sitting in the woodline or the field. That’s the story of these two Ford trucks that have been sitting in the Alberta trees so long that the 1982 example wound up with a tree growing between the front bumper and the body filler. If the plate is any indication on the older truck, both rigs have been sitting since the turn of the millennium and it’s up to a couple of the most foul-mouthed Canadians to bring them back to life. And dammit, they will bring these two trucks back to life one way or another. With chainsaws, air compressors and enough starting fluid to get a volcano’s engine running, these two old Fords will make their escape from the trees.
LANGUAGE WARNING: This is hard-R rated stuff, folks. Listener discretion is advised. You’ve been warned.
(Thanks to Kevin Brown for the tip!)
These guys are pretty creative, but I wouldn’t want them within 10 feet of my car.
these guys are hi tech using a socket hammer instead of a crescent hammer . gender fluid freakin hemiroid buster