I've got a couple -

In mid 70's I lived in Tacoma, Washington. Met an older gentleman who lived next door to friends of ours. I helped him with some electrical wiring and discovered that he had a '57 Nomad in his basement garage. It hadn't been driven in years but was pristine - Orchid and White, original interior and less that 50K miles. Needless to say I was interested but this gentleman's grandson had designs for the car so I wished them all well. Several year later, I saw the car our front of the old guy's house - jacked up in the back with the wheel wells cut out (looked like someone used a Sawzall!) with huge "Indys" sticking out the side - dumped in the front with the bumper gone and fender-well headers poking out behind skinny tires. It was topped off with a hole in the hood and a funky reverse teardrop scoop pop riveted over the hole! Sad, very sad.

Another one with an older lady who went to our church. She had a maroon 49 Ford coupe. All complete, flat head V8 mohair interior, 3 speed on the tree and the original radio that still worked. Belonged to her late husband and she would not part with it (even though she didn't drive!) When she passed, the estate "disposed" of the car by having it hauled off by the knacker man - never saw it again...

Sigh.. Moral of the story buy what you can and enjoy it like it could be the last one!!

Regards All,
Glenn