I know I'll catch some flack for this, but I think some people need to accept that there is a point when a car has to be hit over the head and put down, i.e., parted out and crushed, and not restored.
There are some things you just never see, and one of these is a beautiful house in a great neighborhood with a well-kept yard with half a dozen rusting Mopars in the backyard. Most times that I get a lead on guys with lots of parts, I end up at some dude's single-wide trailer with junk everywhere and blue and green tarps covering what's left of bunches of old cars. They've got a crummy house, their yard is a dump, but they've got lots of cars that are rotting out.
The guy I bought my dash cluster from lived like that and had a couple 'cuda convertibles, several roadrunners, and some older B-bodies, and he told me how he was trying to restore them. He also told me about how he had "rescued" them from being crushed or from owners who had lost interest in them. It was obvious from the dirt, leaves, and other debris on the tarps covering the cars that they hadn't been touched in months if not years. In his mind, he was going out and buying all these rust buckets to "save" them, but what he was really doing was spreading himself so thin that he was really just giving those cars a different place to die at and as a result becoming the same guy he was ranting about... the guy who always says he's going to work on the cars "someday" but never does.
It just saddens me to see so many guys ruin their lives by getting into these cars wayyyy too far over their heads. Instead of focusing on fixing up one or two cars, they think they're a poor man's Jay Leno... minus the millions of dollars, fancy garage, time to spend working on them, etc., and end up living in a trailer surrounded by weeds.
