To start, I'm not sure where this should be listed here or another section. If it's in the wrong place, can a mod please move it.
Anyways...
Since we are wanting to redo the bird sometime in the near future, I figured it'd be best to gather the parts needed long before we start the process.
As I scour CL and other places, I ran across something extremely disturbing.
This old girl has a sad story. She got tossed aside many years ago and forgotten. So after 15 years, someone found her and took her home. She patiently sat waiting. The old girl waited. Several have come to get parts. Her only other visitors were rodents and other critters with the occasional glance of her owner as he drove past her in the field. Most times he didn't even glance in her direction. The weeds get taller every year. The rust grows engulfing more and more. And she was forgotten too long. What was once a beautiful 72 in Petty Blue, now sits the Sad Blue of someone's memory and several intentions.
I, like all the others, went and scavenged a few parts and pieces that I needed. I hated that I couldn't bring her home. And, like everyone else, I left her sitting in that field.
It's frustrating to see cars get thrown in a field and left to die. It's mean and disrespectful to the generation of muscle cars. It's cruel to let something sit and fall apart.
Rant over.
Anyways...
Since we are wanting to redo the bird sometime in the near future, I figured it'd be best to gather the parts needed long before we start the process.
As I scour CL and other places, I ran across something extremely disturbing.
This old girl has a sad story. She got tossed aside many years ago and forgotten. So after 15 years, someone found her and took her home. She patiently sat waiting. The old girl waited. Several have come to get parts. Her only other visitors were rodents and other critters with the occasional glance of her owner as he drove past her in the field. Most times he didn't even glance in her direction. The weeds get taller every year. The rust grows engulfing more and more. And she was forgotten too long. What was once a beautiful 72 in Petty Blue, now sits the Sad Blue of someone's memory and several intentions.
I, like all the others, went and scavenged a few parts and pieces that I needed. I hated that I couldn't bring her home. And, like everyone else, I left her sitting in that field.
It's frustrating to see cars get thrown in a field and left to die. It's mean and disrespectful to the generation of muscle cars. It's cruel to let something sit and fall apart.
Rant over.
