This story is about a collector with 30 cars sitting mostly outside in the elements who "may" start to thin his collection out. Might be useful for those of you in his area
Picture of cars sitting outside in the snow (rusting?)
I sold that T coupe to Dave. He actually drove it in the Montana 500 one year.
He says, "I get them. I study them. I'm fascinated by them. I don't know what I'll do with them."
..why not sell a few to get funds for a garage?
It's too cold for rusting most of the year.
I suppose it rusts and rots a lot more in Washington state than further inland in Montana?
I really fear that all the original unrestored cars will be gone by the time I have the money and time to buy them. I love my T, but I've always wanted a true classic Packard and a "horse collar" Franklin. They are out there now, but what about in 10 years? 20 years?
I tried to use this line of argument with my wife when explaining why I needed to buy a 1925 Franklin I found on Hemmings... no dice.
Ralph is correct about the rust. Sprague is nearly a desert. Less than 15" of precip. a year avg. Things rust very little. Dave buys and sells all of the time. Mostly buys, but will sell too.
There is very little moisture and a lot of wind in Sprague, Washington. I would guess that the cars are deteriorating very little setting outside. My Maxwell has been outside for years and the worst damage to it was when I put tarps over it to keep it from snow and rain, it held in the moisture and did more damage in a couple years that had been done in the previous twenty. People who don't live in this dry country are always amazed by how little rust there is on old iron here. Western Washington is a different story.
When I've seen scenes like this over the years and asked whether the cars are for sale, the usual answer is, "Naw, I'm gonna' fix 'em up one of these days." Meanwhile they sit and rot down to nothing.
This owner says there are only a dozen or so '40 Packard Woodies left. Now that he has left his outside, there are eleven.
Ok, east of the Cascades most things are different, it seems - there's even a movement to split the state.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_Washington
>>Dave buys and sells all of the time. Mostly buys, but will sell too.
Bought my Ruckstell from him. He sells on eBay also, with his wife doing the listing last I knew. That collection was something to see, and the time with him enjoyable. Very patient with my wife and kids' questions. Oldest thing there were the remnants of a Maxwell. The collection points are viewable via Google earth
Rob Hayen - this is the guy I emailed you about when you were last in Spokane.
I know where several are in various conditions but the old guy won't let them go even if they haven't run in years.
Hey Tyrone, I sent you a PM but haven't heard from you.
Our 1919 was somewhat like that.
The owner would not sell it, even though it was rusting away in a shed.
The guy went to our church and he mentioned that he had it when my Dad drove up in a 1922 fordoor.
Dad talked with him on a regular bases for over a year and he refused to sell it until one day he found a garden tractor he wanted and he called my dad.
A few hours later dad transferred the tractor to the guy and we owned a 1919 T.
The rest is history -
Anybody know what kind of woodie it is that's been out in the elements? Man that's a shame to let that one go.
Just read a little closer what the Woodie is. Boy what a shame to let it rot down.
If the guy would have kept it inside he could have built a nice enclosure or storage bldg.for what he could have sold it for.
Heck, even if it was some PVC pipe and thick plastic to at least keep the water off some of the wood.........
When someone wants to buy one of my treasures I tell them to see my wife the day that I die and she will probably give it to them. She say's that when I go she is going to hire the guy with the back hoe that lives down the road and have him dig a big hole to bury it all in.
John, tell her not to count her chickens. My mom always assumed she'd be a widow someday, but my dad, who was seven years older, outlived her by two years.
People enjoy their cars in their own ways. A few years ago at the Moultrie, GA swap meet, I sold a 46 Ford and delivered it to the yard of an old, empty house way back in the pecan trees in the country and placed it in line between a 51 Ford and a 34 Ford. (There was also a T and an A). The guy now owned the farm and was raised in that house. On weekends he would sit on the porch staring at the row of cars and reminisce. He actually enjoyed his cars more than many folks I've known who kept theirs buried in their garage, always going to do something with them someday. Not what I'd want to do with a car from each decade, but, they were his, and he was enjoying them his way--every weekend!