When I bought my '49 Ford Club Coupe, it came with 1959 New Mexico plates still on it. I knew it had been parked a long time, but I didn't know how long. (The lack of windows didn't tell me that much.) Then I found a pre-Surgeon General's warning Lucky Strike pack in the ashtray, empty. The lack of a Surgeon General's warning dates it to some time in '64 or '65, meaning it could have been parked since then. I also found an old book of front-strike matches (unknown how old) and an old Wrigley's Spearmint gum wrapper that I managed to date to any time from late 1950s to 1978. Woo-hoo!
Bought a 68 GTS with a 340 and 4 on the floor, About a week later one night out driving we were a little lit up, Lost control and smacked a tree. Got a buddy of mine with a tow rig to get me home. Once home my buddy came out of the passengers side with a brown paper bag, The cowl vent was full of pot and I mean FULL.
I found what I thought was a strange looking love seat upstairs at an Estate Sale. Curiousity got the best of me, so I went back and lifted the sofa cover on it. First thing I saw was a Body By Fisher tag. I went back downstairs and asked about it. $5 later I was the owner of a late 40's 4-door Buick front seat. Once I got it home and cleaned it, we found this: I'd like to hear how this stocking got in behind the seat!!!!!
I was stripping out a car for a demo derby once and found porn pics. of some crack heads doing all kinds of weird shit.
My car had a couple of old cans of motor oil, a pair of wood sandals, and a high-school library book that was due for return in 1973. The spare tire well was full of old beer bottles.
My latest GT mustang owned by a little old lady in Hollywood. It seems she like to play the ponies. So I found all of her bookie pay outs and the results of the various tracks. Plus a perscription for valum. It was long gone.
I found a big old curved wrench under the seat of my 68 chevy pick up. Screwed that to the front of my workbench. Lotsa wasps nests and some .410 shotgun shells, stuff like that. A cassette of Joe Cocker's "Mad Dogs and Englishmen"(yesss). couple of bucks in change. lets see what else? No stacks of cash or Tommy-Guns under the seat though.
Ohhhhhh! I forgot.... It wasn't my car but I worked at a Dodge dealership back in the late 80s. Anyhow...there was this Volvo in the back lot that always had the doors and windows open and I mean for months! Curiosity got the best of me so I took a look on my lunch break one day. Someone either blew their brains out in it or got there brains blown out in it. Hairy skull fragments and dried pools of blood were everywhere. The smell???? It was overwhelming! yechh
My neighbor worked at a junk yard. He found all sorts of things tearing apart the cars. But the weirdest he found was a finger.
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I was cleaning out my DeSoto yesterday and stumbled across these guys. My little sister likes em so I'm trying to keep em alive with Enfamil. The little buggers are pretty cute...
Not mine, but a pretty good one none the less. A 1958 VW panel bus that had 14 pounds of old schwag weed stuffed under the belly pan - probably smuggled from mexico by the looks of it. The guy who found the stuff knew the history & owners for the last 15 years, so it was at least that old - Imagine getting pulled over and searched and trying to explain that one.... link to the post & more pics: http://www.thesamba.com/vw/forum/viewtopic.php?t=248880
On another messageboard this week a guy had aqquired a 58 vw bus that was abonded several years ago in the desert and while replacing the floorboards in found a secret compartment that had 14lbs of that groovey green Mary Jane!!
Yep - the government over here decided that the best way of reducing gun crime (which was almost non-existent at the time) was to completely ban all the legally owned and licensed weapons held by members of target shooting clubs. Genius. That was 11 years ago and now the target shooters (including our olympic team!) can't train over here and only the criminals can get their hands on them in pubs or bars in any city. In fact, the only people that can't get guns over here are the police! "Stop or I'll shoot!" sounds a lot more compelling than "Stop or I'll shout stop again!"
probably left there by Mickey Rooney. http://www.dvdtalk.com/dvdsavant/s158quick.html if you've seen the movie you'll get it.
Last Friday The Rubber Brake Pedal Came Off Of My Suburban By Accident... I Did Not Find Anything under It But Figured It Would Be A Great Place For A $ 10-20 For Emergency Use.. Has Any One Ever Found Anything There ?
When I was 10 (1965) I bought a newspaper rack at a police auction. I paid .25 cents for it. I drug it about 2 miles home and my dad helped me cut off the lock where I found about $15.00.. I used the rack for target practice with my BB gun. I would make targets and tape them to the front window of the rack so when I shot I would not lose my BB's . About 2 years later the newspaper company wanted it back and paid me $5.00. Not a bad investment for a quarter. Chcuk
I found a full half pint of Hot Damn under the pass. seat of a '98 S-10 I bought, and a list of questions for a phone conversation like "Ask how Violet is doing" etc. Maybe this guy was not very good at conversations and needed a cheat sheet and a little liquid courage? Glad I found it and not a cop.
Nope. Can't buy 'em (legally) and can't carry 'em. Pretty much the only weapon available in the UK is the traditional shotgun. No pump actions either. If you want to own a shotgun here the police carry out background checks, come to your house and check your security and will demand that you're a member of a club or have written permission to shoot game or vermin on private land. Very few people bother with all that hassle. The other reason that people don't bother is that there's no concept here of shooting someone in self defence. Even if a guy breaks into your house, steals your stuff, rapes your granny and eats your dog you can't shoot him because you'll get 25 years. I despair about this country. Still, it could be worse: I could be French!
Didn't some guy just buy an Auburn dash on E-bay the other day and found a complete '32 Roadster lurking underneath?
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