Yes, yes, I know our children are the light of our lives. That's when they aren't being the bane of our existance. I have two, one just turned 28, and one who will soon turn 24.
Awhile back, the younger son buys a Buick. A running, 1952 Buick, good body, needs an interior, needs a bit of floor work, some trim missing. Not sure how much he paid, but not a lot; no where near $1000, that I know. Very restorable. With a good title.
A few days ago, he comes home with a Buick. A running 1952 Buick. No title this time, but good body, has all the pieces the other is missing. Paid $350 for this one. He probably could get a title, but it'd take time, and hassle; instead, he intends to just mine it for parts for the other one, which is a fancier model, and in about the same shape. I think he may intend to sell the body after. Oh yeah, both of them have straight 8s. The other engine runs good, but this one runs great.
Today he comes home with a 1991, V6 Astro, former work van. Needs a battery, driver seat torn up a bit, and something is wrong with the trans, but it is driveable, runs great, body excellent, decent tires. Comes with a title. Cost? Nothing. He can get a rebuilt trans in for about $300.
Sometime back, he came home with a 1980 Pontiac station wagon, including a good title. Runs fine, but needs trans work. Body is great, interior is great. Cost? Zip.
I can't get the older one to spend 4 hours working on my Luv, so I can get it on the road.
Damn kids.
JOAT The highway of fear is the road to defeat.
- Bazooka Joe JERUSALEM RIDGE