Our family cottage is on an island right in Portland, ME’s harbor. A car ferry runs out hourly throughout the day, so it is very accessible. Interestingly, it has always had a unique car culture from the rest of Maine. When I was a kid, you didn’t even need to register a car if you intended to only drive it on the island. Nowadays, the city gets their beak wet with an annual registration fee and sticker.
As a result of the lax rules, cars generally come out here to die. I doubt more than 15-20% would pass inspection on the mainland. Many haven’t moved in years. Rust, visibly bent frames, missing glass, and mismatched wheels are the general theme.
When I was a kid, the island was littered with abandoned cars, mostly Volkswagens. The old WW2 battery on the island used to be packed with beetles, vandalized beyond repair. It was cheaper to do that than pay to have a junker hauled off the island.
Now, most of the better island cars are old Subaru wagons and old 4x4 SUVs. Here’s a selection that caught my eye over the last few days. I’ll update this post if I snap any more.