1976Cordoba
12-08-2007, 01:31 AM
"It's not for sale."
Simms' words echoed in Dave's head everytime he hopped the fence behind the barn and snuck a peek at the withering Dodge 330. The car was bought new for Simms' wife Gracie, but after Gracie slid off an icy backroad and clunked a tree in '68, the Dodge had been dragged back home and pushed behind the barn, where it's been ever since.
http://photos.hobbytalk.com/data/500/medium/330-01.jpg
Dave couldn't blame Gracie for not driving the car -- or any car for that matter -- after that. I addition to the tree, Gracie also clunked her head a good one on the window and it scared her off of driving for good. She was content to ride into town when necessary with her Gus at the wheel of the family pick-up.
What Dave couldn't understand was why Simms never fixed the car, and never sold it either. From the peeks under the bent up corner of the hood, Dave could barely see the orange paint on the engine -- "Could it be a Hemi? Was it even an option that year?" As he walked around the decaying hulk, Dave could only shake his head and wonder why this once shiny, proud car was left to rot.
http://photos.hobbytalk.com/data/500/medium/330-02.jpg
Simms kept his barnyard in order, even going so far as to mow the grass by the 330 on occasion. The smell of cut grass by the barn and the site of Gus and Gracie tooling past his driveway on the way to town afforded Dave another chance to have a peek at the 330 without fear of being caught.
As Dave paused to take his traditional wizz on Gus' old tree stump, he thought, "Maybe if I ask him about it again . . . "
http://photos.hobbytalk.com/data/500/medium/330-03.jpg
Simms' words echoed in Dave's head everytime he hopped the fence behind the barn and snuck a peek at the withering Dodge 330. The car was bought new for Simms' wife Gracie, but after Gracie slid off an icy backroad and clunked a tree in '68, the Dodge had been dragged back home and pushed behind the barn, where it's been ever since.
http://photos.hobbytalk.com/data/500/medium/330-01.jpg
Dave couldn't blame Gracie for not driving the car -- or any car for that matter -- after that. I addition to the tree, Gracie also clunked her head a good one on the window and it scared her off of driving for good. She was content to ride into town when necessary with her Gus at the wheel of the family pick-up.
What Dave couldn't understand was why Simms never fixed the car, and never sold it either. From the peeks under the bent up corner of the hood, Dave could barely see the orange paint on the engine -- "Could it be a Hemi? Was it even an option that year?" As he walked around the decaying hulk, Dave could only shake his head and wonder why this once shiny, proud car was left to rot.
http://photos.hobbytalk.com/data/500/medium/330-02.jpg
Simms kept his barnyard in order, even going so far as to mow the grass by the 330 on occasion. The smell of cut grass by the barn and the site of Gus and Gracie tooling past his driveway on the way to town afforded Dave another chance to have a peek at the 330 without fear of being caught.
As Dave paused to take his traditional wizz on Gus' old tree stump, he thought, "Maybe if I ask him about it again . . . "
http://photos.hobbytalk.com/data/500/medium/330-03.jpg