TheIronSausage
Two brain cells left.. rubbing together for warmth
So it’s been a while. I moved to asheville, got a job buiding old cars, and the shop shuts down. I decide I want to work, but I’m tired of having a job. So I decide to open my open my own business fixing old cars in a town I just moved to one year prior. I’ve got no customer base, I’m working out of a dilapidated two car garage (slightly oversized at 24x32) on a friend’s property. This is February of 2020, so if you’d like to do some quick math, you can guess what’s coming.
It’s spring of 2023, and my business is finally floating. I make a friend locally, who knows of a group of cars stashed in a downtown warehouse here in Asheville, which at this point is some prime real estate. He bought a super clean Model A, there was also a ‘40 Plymouth Road King, a ‘69 Impala, a ‘70 or ‘71 Sport Fury, and at the very back, a 300B. He‘d been at the owners of the building to get that 300 for about ten years. It’d been parked since the mid to late seventies. One of the building’s owners remembers it being driven in and parked. The warehouse is on Asheville’s old motor mile, so the building was a Desoto dealer, then an Edsel dealer, later became a “day two” shop for Chrysler parts, and is currently a automotive paint store. The building’s up for sale, and the cars upstairs have to go. So my new friend buys the model A last fall as sort of an icebreaker, and continues to ask about the ‘56 300B. Around late May he gets the call. I introduce him to another friend of mine, and we form a partnership. They buy the car, I do the work (I just finished bleeding out for two years). The car is complete except for the back seat (no idea..) spare tire, and the hubcaps. Everything else is still there. The missing headlight trim is in the trunk. The trunk still has the carpet, side panels, jack, etc. 84,xxx miles on the clock, and no visible rodent damage anywhere. These photos are from where it sat for 40+ years, and before we cleaned or did anything to it.
More to come.
