Over 1200 ROWS of cars, slowly being taken back. Everything from Model A’s and International Scouts to 59 Impalas and litteral piles of mustangs. A full post will come as soon as I figure out how to get you to over 300 photos. Have a few to tie you over.

Corvair 95 van!

Former US army Chevrolet.

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A Mercury Bobcat! When was the last time you saw one of those!?

The thing is about this place is that it ISNT a pick and pull. It’s private property that you need to be invited to. Nearly everything is so far gone and over grown I doubt there is any whole car worth saving.

This is a grave yard, and all this old iron deserves the respect associated with that.

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This is the most appropriate use of this poem I’ve seen. I’m fairly sure it came from someone one Oppo, chime in if its yours.

Quietly tread through the fields

The ghosts of the past surround you

Sitting, waiting for salvation that may never come

Thoughts of moonlit nights and winding roads

Mix with the memory of engines at full song

Step lightly

And leave the warriors to their slumber.