I don’t know about you, but I don’t have to move a Model T to work on my 1960 Plymouth Fury rebuild. Then again, I have to move seven bicycles to get at the lawn mower. It’s not useful to use me as a yardstick for auto collection or workshop setup. Cold War Motors up there in America’s hat is a much better guide to how to turn your property into the most interesting junkyard in existence.
Our old friends at Cold War Motors are back at it again, whaling on 1960 Plymouth Fury and some sort of Chrysler sheet metal extravaganza. It’s always worth your time to watch. They have a genial Canadian manner (sorry, I repeat myself) and they actually do things. Modern cars don’t lend themselves to rehabilitation like old cars do. Once cars became unibody gas-sippers, restoration was out and the crusher was in. We love the old iron, especially if it has bird’s nests in the rocker panels.
The very first job I ever had was working in an auto body shop. It was a nasty, barbarous shed with a perennially dirty owner who had a friendly dog, a coterie of layabout friends, and many mellow customers who dropped by for a quick whiff of bondo and a long drinking session. So, apparently, nothing has changed, and that’s the way we like it.