I got back last night from the future Superfund site that is David’s soon-to-be former home, and oh man am I exhausted. We got an awful lot done, but there’s still so many more loose ends to tie up. So many. Like, if the loose ends were tentacles, we’re talking a whole jellyfish colony. I don’t think he’s returned the keg from the party, even. It may end up buried in the backyard. I do know that we felt some regret at not burning more furniture, but some nice people picked up a bunch of stuff from the roadside, so that at least felt good. Overall, though, it’s a shitshow. He’ll get through it, somehow. Anyway, let’s just look at a few cars that showed up to the Big Party, which David will write all about later.
Up top there is one of the best, a late 90s to early 2000s Firebird that was all Baja’d up, cut down and big-tired and transformed into some glorious monster. Look at the rear:
I think those may be forklift taillights? And that green blanket may be structural?
There was also this fantastic K-Car survivor:
When was the last time you saw one of these in person? It’s been a while. You can run your fingers on it and smell the pure Iacocca on your hands. Of course, some cars got nice and stuck in the snow-covered oily muck that makes up the surface of David’s backyard:
Nothing more dignified than a Lincoln desperately trying to find traction in snow and mud, is there?
David will be doing a full writeup of The Party soon, so stay tuned for that. I do want to note a couple quick details about this past weekend of cold, uncomfortable moving hell, though. First, get this:
A Troy policeman came to my house just now as I'm moving out of Casa del Jeep. He gave me a Jeep J20 oil pan and vent window!
— David Tracy (@davidntracy) February 6, 2023
I was there when this happened, and it was incredible. A cop shows up, and I was sure we were in trouble somehow, as I’m pretty sure I was surrounded by enough local ordinance violations to send David and I, his accomplice, probably to some sort of off-the-books detention facility run by America’s combined HOAs, on some island off the Florida coast. But no! He was there because he’d driven by David’s Jeep zoo so many times, and had some old parts from a Jeep J20 truck, including a vent window assembly David actually needed! He just wanted to drop those off! He made it at the last possible moment, too, which makes the whole thing even better. Car people are amazing.
Now I just want to show you this:
So this is over 500 pounds of metal we brought to the scrapyard. There’s at least another 500 plus pounds of almost identical-looking metal bits that David felt he needed to take with him. It was fun flinging all of this stuff into the huge pile, though, trying to discus brake rotors into an old refrigerator. Also, we made $81!
My back hurts.