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Today, modern cars are like Bic lighters—meant to be discarded when they’re past their prime. But there was a time when cars were made to last, made to be rebuilt and refurbished. Can you imagine anyone 50 years from now wanting to restore a Kia Rio5 or even a Cadillac CTS Portfolio? They’re all plastic and computer chips, crumple zones and microfibers! You crash a car like that going 35 miles an hour and it’s totaled.
These resting phoenixes can be found throughout the county, laying in the tall weeds near a creek bed, forgotten under tarps in old barns, resting on jacks in people’s driveways. Some look at these majestic old hulks and see scrap metal and eyesores; others look and see what they could be, restored to former greatness, washed and waxed, loved and pampered. What do you see? ∆