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I first saw her as the garage doors were slowly swung back - it was damp and dark..she had been there alone for 10 yrs., waiting...
All I really saw first were the tail lights, and how they were solid and in one piece, the fella handed me the keys and said I could try to open the trunk, but he was sure the lock was froze up...I touched the feathers and it dropped down, I poked the key in and the lid sprung up, almost knocking me in the chin.
With the little light I had on my key chain, I gingerly touched a few cardboard boxes, they were very old and crumbled directly..but inside were glistening bits of chrome...
I walked to the drivers door and shined my light onto the dash, it was covered with some sort of black drawer liner, and sagged in a few places.
I opened the door and flipped my light about, then closed it.
It was a solid THUNK as it shut.
I went around to the front, and although I couldn't get in front of her, I could see her big grin with my tiny light.
I turned to the fella and said I'll take her, let me make a phone call.
He looked at me and said "really?...you know it doesn't run and has no brakes...how are you going to get it out of here?"
I replied not to worry, I'll have the car out of here before the days end. ( The property had been sold and was being cleared out )
I made a call to a friend with a tow truck, and he rolled over and pulled her out of the garage, and onto his flatbed.
She sat outdoors for about 2 weeks at his yard, amongst the repairs to be done, towed/impounded vehicles, and of course the junk...
When my uncle had a chance, he went to collect her for me with his trailer...I had just told him I bought a rebuilder project and left it at that. ( He's a Corvette / Chevy Man ) and nearly passed out when I pointed her out to him as we drove up....
He looked at me, and truly, I felt bad...but I have never cared for 'vettes, and only been in three of them, they are NOT comfy in any sense of the word! Although, some are pretty to look at.
He blinked a few times, then got out of the truck.... he walked around Coral a few times, then finally reached his hand out to tap a few places here and there with his fingers ( he's a long time body man/fiberglass specialist )
He opened the drivers door and closed it, and a flitter of a smile crossed his lips as the door went CLUNK.
So, we hauled her to my house.
Will continue....
All I really saw first were the tail lights, and how they were solid and in one piece, the fella handed me the keys and said I could try to open the trunk, but he was sure the lock was froze up...I touched the feathers and it dropped down, I poked the key in and the lid sprung up, almost knocking me in the chin.
With the little light I had on my key chain, I gingerly touched a few cardboard boxes, they were very old and crumbled directly..but inside were glistening bits of chrome...
I walked to the drivers door and shined my light onto the dash, it was covered with some sort of black drawer liner, and sagged in a few places.
I opened the door and flipped my light about, then closed it.
It was a solid THUNK as it shut.
I went around to the front, and although I couldn't get in front of her, I could see her big grin with my tiny light.
I turned to the fella and said I'll take her, let me make a phone call.
He looked at me and said "really?...you know it doesn't run and has no brakes...how are you going to get it out of here?"
I replied not to worry, I'll have the car out of here before the days end. ( The property had been sold and was being cleared out )
I made a call to a friend with a tow truck, and he rolled over and pulled her out of the garage, and onto his flatbed.
She sat outdoors for about 2 weeks at his yard, amongst the repairs to be done, towed/impounded vehicles, and of course the junk...
When my uncle had a chance, he went to collect her for me with his trailer...I had just told him I bought a rebuilder project and left it at that. ( He's a Corvette / Chevy Man ) and nearly passed out when I pointed her out to him as we drove up....
He looked at me, and truly, I felt bad...but I have never cared for 'vettes, and only been in three of them, they are NOT comfy in any sense of the word! Although, some are pretty to look at.
He blinked a few times, then got out of the truck.... he walked around Coral a few times, then finally reached his hand out to tap a few places here and there with his fingers ( he's a long time body man/fiberglass specialist )
He opened the drivers door and closed it, and a flitter of a smile crossed his lips as the door went CLUNK.
So, we hauled her to my house.
Will continue....
. By the time you get the car out of traffic and onto the side of the road, the motor is knocking, not a good sound. 
Don't give up! I love to see these old Bird return to there glory.
She loves the attention I give her, thats why I named her Christine. Good luck and keep us posted!
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