The One That We Threw Back
Well. Before leaving Monday morning, Cousin Paul took inventory. Five in the driveway and two in the garage. All of these are his except for the black Mark which is OldSchool2.
On the street across from his house, are five more of his starting with the white winged Mark.
OldSchool2 got a full tank of gas. Yes, we can put 22 gallons in our tanks.
107 miles later, the seller is trying to get it started. The ignition is broken, the battery is dead, and he only put a gallon in the tank to try to start it.
From the side, she might even look good once washed.
The Engine Bay was the final straw. There was a very even coating of rust across everything that could possibly rust. Anything that could oxidize, did. The starter would turn but the engine would not start. Even when the seller sprayed WhoTheHellKnowsWhat into the throttle body. He didn't change the battery like we asked and he wouldn't add more fuel like we asked.
My advice was to relist the car as a parts vehicle with a buy it now price of $250.00 Two and a half hours and 222.2 miles later, we landed right back where we started in Paul's driveway, surrounded by twelve of his cars.
Thanks everyone for your help