CC Junkyard Finds: Nothing Lasts Forever


My posts may give you the impression that Classic Cars have an everlasting stay of execution in the Bay Area. It can even seem that way to me. However, I’ve stumbled across one of what may be many places where the dreams of yesteryear find themselves without a stay of execution.


A 1959 Lincoln Premiere is a site to behold itself. One straddled precariously on top of some nondescript van on the side of a Parkway is bound to make me pull over. On a Sunday afternoon drive back from Point Pinole, I found this random junkyard with acres of former road worthy finery slowly settling into the marsh.


Granted I was parked on the side of a Parkway with a 50 mph speed limit, so I didn’t get out of my car to really hunt around the yard (maybe another day) but there was some impressively rare cars that made me wonder what lead to their fate here. There’s quite a few, this Lincoln included, that don’t look that far gone.


The lead 1957 Century looked a little bit more “rust in the doors, rust in the floors.” Maybe that means in certain places the frame doesn’t exist or is seriously compromised. When I posted this to Facebook, a friend responded immediately “That’s Criminal.” I can’t say I disagree. Unloved in ’57, Unloved in 2013. So goes the 1957 Buick. The Dodge A-100 van looked pretty good too. Not so much the 1965 Dynamic Eighty Eight. You can’t see the completely missing front end from here.


Then there was this dynamic and dull duo. It’s hard to believe any 1949 Buick Roadmaster Convertible would still be sitting in a junkyard. It’s a very either or situation. It would have been turned into a Toaster by 1970 or be a prize winner at Buick meets across the country. But here it sits above a rather lovely 1963 Lark that looks one paint job away from joining me and my 260E on the Parkway.


I think the Lark was more painful to look at versus the Roadmaster since it wouldn’t take as much of an effort to bring it back to the world (if my surface observations are accurate). It also rubs me that another car that I passed on when considering a classic last time was a lovable 1963 Cruiser, with “Studebaker Rust” along the lower doors. Honestly, that Cruiser and this Lark are probably one head gasket away in fate. Sigh.


I’m saving the absolute killers for the end. So there’s this pretty 1968 DeVille Convertible. A little tired looking, with 70’s spec wire wheelcovers. Maybe it’s missing the top?


Then there was this rather fabulous 1967 Ninety Eight Convertible.  Scrub the graffiti right off, clean up the rust spots, fold the top and you have at least a condition 4 car ready to go. Sure the 425 might have finally seized. Otherwise there’s so little here to convince me it’s too far gone. Perhaps next weekend I’ll find out what. I’ll just have to make sure I leave my checkbook at home.