For those not in the know, Beverly Hills Car Club is a classic car dealer that, among many fine concourse level classics, also has a small inventory of rotted to hell junk that was pulled out of a lake that are always listed for way more than they’re worth.
I kind of love looking at them. I find a haunting beauty in many of them. Others I just laugh at because they’re barely recognizable.
Oh, and the description ALWAYS says “a great candidate for full restoration”.
Theseus Paradox, anyone?
See, some aren’t that bad...