My Dear Brother has been Car shopping. His Choices in Sheet Metal have been decidedly Eclectic. The 1947 Doge Power Wagon which resided in the back yard until Mom put her foot down was a beauty.... For a given definition of Beauty. I remember driving down to New Jersey to pick up a Volvo that was held together by rust and mold and probably a target of a NJ Board of Health alert with him. That was an adventure. Don't know if that ever ran. He had parts of three (3) MG's he managed to keep running somehow stashed in the one room school house next door along with an ulta light powered by a VW Air cooled engine. As He has gotten older, the choices have been different. The Ford ambulance with the 7.3 Diesel engine you just could not kill for his work truck. His then wife couldn't stand it. I told him to keep it just because. She didn't like me anyway. So he has some discretionary money he has managed to accumulate despite her best efforts. So He got this
So he calls me and tells me he has sold the Buick and is looking to buy THIS Car. 1966 Chrysler New Yorker with a 440 and an immaculate interior. I asked about the outside. He called it Patina and said people pay big bucks for that. I see rust and I don't pay for that.
So He decides the New Yorker isn't quite what he wanted, Not enough things wrong with it I guess. SO He finds this.