Ok I admit it..I like junk. Not just any Ole junk but junk in my mind that tells a story. If I had a choice of shopping in a fine Hoity Toity department store or diving head first into to a yard sale well lets just say. “Bring on the crap”. The last five years or so I must admit to have toned things down alot. Maybe due to my lack of space or just not living next to the Carlisle Fairgrounds its gotten better.. My days as a Carlisle resident was like being Oprah living on top of an all you can eat Taco Stand. Things you would be scared to drag home 100s of miles were only a push up my driveway to junk heaven.
I enjoy saving things that are almost certain to die a natural death. My current happy car is a 1990 BMW 325I convertible. I rescued this from the abyss known as Anthony Automotive in Port Jefferson NY. In fact this is the third car pryed from “Anthonys House of Mold” My Bro Anthony always has the intentions of fixing up some relic in his yard but time and life seems to stop plans. He calls me the “Car Whisperer”. I do have a talent for spotting a jewel in a water logged moldified mess of an automobile.
My little German Ragtop had sat in the back of Mold Land for about a year or so. It was filling up with dew and algae causing an eco-system that would make Al Gore blush. So it just needed saving. Sometimes my brain and reality dont mix well. As my friend Barry Maloney would comment. “Woof thats a fish tank on wheels” With my usual style I spent hours cleaning and preaning. It turned out wonderful. The BMW is a wonderful car and gave me hours of great top down fun last summer. Now while the snow is piling up it sits in its nice dry garage waiting for nice new set of wheels and the spring thaw. A memory-mobile waiting to be enjoyed..Ahh another rescue by The Car Whisperer. One of my more interesting saves was my pimpified golf cart. Pulled from the rubble of another friends junk pile it spent years as a Carlisle Fairgrounds icon. Additions included gold spoke chrome wheels..grey velvet captain chairs..fog lights..stereo..Curb feelers and pom poms. Is was a Chuck from Grundy Insurance put it. “Huggy Bear meets Tiger Woods” or as Bill Miller of the Carlisle Fairgrounds put it. “You seem to have achieved your goal of ultimate tastelessness” Hey is tastelessness a real word? Either way mission accomplished.
One of the my more interesting rescues involved my 1982 VW Rabbit Diesel. Found in a yard sale for the staggering price of $150.00. The older gent said. “the dang thing wont crank” Towed back to my house I installed an $8.00 seat belt relay and clickity clackity smoke clickity clackity the little oil burned served me for many years..
..Not all my rescues turned out so great. My garage is full of things your just cant sell or too ashamed to throw out.My garage is full of Tonka and Buddy L cars and trucks..Star Trek stuff(yeah I know) Rusty VW Bug parts and other piles of stuff I will never use..I think. Hey you never know when your going to need a 1938 Packard door handle. As the snow piles up outside my window all I can dream about is yard sale season is only a few months away..