posted on Mar, 14 2017 @ 03:40 PM
a reply to: esteay812
Man, it gets the blood flowing doesn't it? I love seeing old, abandoned cars and dreaming of fixing them up.
There was a derelict farm building a few miles from where I lived as a kid. We'd go out on bikes for long rides and used to pass it now and then.
Inside was a blue TVR M series gathering dirt and bird sh** with straw and weeds beneath it. The tyres were flat and it was in a sorry, unloved state.
I pestered my dad about it until he made an offer and we took it home. We worked together on it for months until it was finally ready to get back on
the road. Great memories.
Nah. In reality, he wasn't interested and the car stayed there for I don't how long. I grew up and drove past one day and couldn't help stopping to
have a look. The car was gone.
I still drive past the building and always think of the TVR, childhood and my dad. The building is now buttressed by rusting I-bars and an iron sheet;
brambles and nettles crowd against the fragmented brickwork.
It's funny how some things pin their selves to our mental landscape and evoke emotions. Kinda cool too.
edit on 3.14.2017 by Kandinsky because: (no reason given)