le car fatale'

i think someone either dug this car up or pulled it out of the lake, what a beautiful patina of mold and lichen and moss, great canvas sun roof-

at my feet there was a sign that said free- i jumped in and tried to start it, it fired right up and i drove it home- i'm going cruiz'n down Broadway tonight

unlikely-

what a great prop for a post apocalyptic world, who's shooting a film, any super models around, anyone making a 1980's new wave drama- a french sci-fi noir love story-a ghetto foreclosure documentary-i could go on all day-

oh, look the city red tagged it- going to the crusher, not the car show !

band van econoline

man, look at this van, if i had a band, i'd buy this behemoth, so burly and long, so hardcore, with double rocket boxes, how fucked is that, how much gear does a three piece homocore band need ? this beauty is just full to the window lines with crap- a busy working man or girl rolls this thing down the dry dusty streets, looking for work- shade

some kind of wonderful Mopar(chrysler-plymouth-dodge) a valiant ? what attracted me was the original 63' plates, how the heck is that for stock original and well preserved, look at the paint,the patina, the left hand hold spot on the trunk, so sick, i'm crying

buried in the garden, down off eastlake, so gorgeous i wish it was parked different so i could see the nose and grill- but all in all-WOW

on a brighter note, my Westy, the famous brown pelican, is running at peak performance, and i'd like to say i fixed it but, i don't even know what was wrong with it-

i re-did all the grounds, cleaned, dielectric paste and new connectors, new cap and rotor, spider grounded the whole engine, replaced the crankcase breather line, the old one on mine was all rotten and someone had stuck a smaller hose inside of it, neither of which worked, coincidental the Samba has had a huge discussion of this part and it's failure, starting at the vacuum tower, breather, can't recall the true names, and it's still open to debate as to whether this can be the cause of rough idle- so maybe i have fixed my problem after all- we shall see, found a spare brain, ecu, which my wife is knitting me a braincozy- for -Neilwaukee out.

Mombasha ! that's my home town

Reply to: mailto:sale-vtcda-1223821892@craigslist.org?subject=1961%20Corvair%20panel%20van%20-%20%24450%20(Yonkers) [Errors when replying to ads?]Date: 2009-06-16, 2:34AM EDT
1961 Corvair fire-police truck used by the Mombasha fire department of Monroe New York. Panel van with added rear side windows. Six cylinder 80hp engine with manual 3spd transmission. Holes in roof from lights and sirens caused front door sills to rust away. Starts, runs, and stops, but no papers. Cell # 914.329.7586 Noon - 11PM.
Location: Yonkers

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my roving reporter on the east coast and pit crew boss, El Mutante- sent me this listing, because i don't use Crazedlist to find vans-

this freaking van used to cruise up and down Cedar Cliff rd. where all of our high school friends lived and we all crashed our bikes and parents stolen cars-

very epic cool van- what a great show van that would make, at the parade, at Rhinebeck, even Hershy- no papers though, now if only i was made of money

Damn

and it still runs and stops for christs sake

someone should drive if right off of Cedar cliff and out into said- Mombasha lake-

on a side note the back road from there to Orange turnpike used to be called Hell- the road was covered with red house paint graffiti and junked out washers and dryers, hot water heaters and mysterious cars would lay up down that road, barely pulled off the hardscrabble, engines running-

nefarious

i wish NY state let people keep the old plates- that car would look great with the old orange slabs

WESTY THE BESTY

Dashiell and I went to a meet up group, pow-wow today, down at the south end of lake union, on the good ship Virginia V, where the Talking Westies all drove down to talk and have a little pot-luck, i made a pie and Dash dropped his juice all down the stairs.

i had no idea we had so many Westies in town, so great to see 'em all in one spot

a nice very neat Subaru engine drop, very nice

this is the van i came to see, the sister van to mine, that's me parked with it's hidden shame of a pop-top closed, our two vans are exactly the same, both '85, both weekenders, same interior, crazy, he surf's Westport- we surf La Push

new pop-top canvas, now i really need the same, he did a really nice install, huh ? forest green.

sweet air cooled

so many vans

that's me on the left and my van's double on the right with pop popped

thanks everyone for having us and hosting a bunch of maniacs.

studebaker and comet

all the old family named and cumbersome car company names are dead this is a prime example, a very well preserved Studebaker, really quite beautiful, not huge like the cars from the late 50's and forties, there was a time right after the war, the big war, when all the car companies made these fairly medium sized beauties

nice grill, simple and still shinning

really a wonderful profile, looks like a daily driver, well maybe just a driver, but still, pretty good, love the teal color, pinstripe white walls and hubcaps, not to gaudy, yeap, too bad it's a fourdoor, someone would have chopped it and made a rat rod out of it by now

and talk about preserved, this fucking station wagon is perfect- the paint still looks new, original hubcaps, funny tin corrugated splash protector on rear panels, sweat color, a great family car, what is it a 63- 64, they made these cars in South America clear up to the eighties

just look how clean this peach is, man, now i want a falcon station wagon, i'll sleep in the back while your momma drives me to the beach, no a.c. no fm radio, no power nothing, the problem with automobile companies is that they stopped naming their vehicles after animals and birds, the army and navy never did, and they have plenty of money-

mine !

almost the exact splitty, how can it be ?

this guy is apparently fording rivers and running cataracts, all in Madison valley, so rich and so adventurous maybe chasing down gazelles, and wearing jodhpurs, reading Hemingway

this rig is parked down the street from me, not an outstanding car, but man, just untouched, and original, right down to the paint wheel covers and so complete- remember how we'd walk around and say, too bad it's a fourdoor- classic

really clean pure lines on this little one, i like the grill and the headlights, lovely, something a mom could drive, hopped up on vicadin, and smoking, virgina slims crying behind sunglasses, reaching her right arm back to wave it around smacking any kid too slow to duck

this, very similar splitty to yesterday's splitty, is a bit rougher, a tad rustier, and not running, i don't think, no oil cooler, still gorgeous though, still want one, that's me, mr. reality

parked down by bikini beach, where i've found some cool hidden micro-beaches

you can eyeball the rust from this angle, i think i like the badge better than the spare tire mount minus spare tire, someone stole both ? i guess

the one great thing about the North West is the amount of old cars, i spotted all these, yesterday, on a two hour hike, there used to be many more oldies, before everyone here in town got real jobs and found cash, and thought they needed a new car like underwear.

check out this link

http://mirror.geenstijl.nl/pritt-mazda/www.mazda-ogn.org/forum/viewtopicef13.html


just click this link if you really want to see some old car, beauty- i could cry