Ralf K Junkyard Photos: To All The Cars I’ve Loved Before

Picture of an early 1950s Cadillac

Humans can certainly be cruel – how else could you explain the enjoyment so many of us derive from junkyard pictures? As sad as the subject matter always is, there’s a certain beauty in a long-dormant automobile that is patiently awaiting the next phase in its life cycle, and that doesn’t even take those pangs of nostalgia into account. There are always a variety of wonderful pictures in our CC Cohort, and Ralf K stops by from time to time to drop off some well-composed photographs for us all to ponder. In one of his recent batches, I found that I had some kind of connection to every car he posted: some in a peripheral way, some a little closer to home, starting with this beautifully decayed early ’50s Cadillac.

I’m no stranger to early ’50s General Motors offerings, as one of my prized possessions is a 1953 Buick Special Riviera, but in terms of Cadillacs, nothing comes close to a 1955 Coupe DeVille. Almost a decade ago, I had a “lightning bolt” moment with this ’55 that sent me immediately to my desktop to work out the puppy love I’d developed for a car I saw from across a rainy street. I later saw it for sale three times, once locally on craigslist, once on eBay two hours away, and again at an antique car broker a little farther away than that. All three times the asking price was in the $15,000-$20,000 range, which I thought was a little high for its condition. I still ponder what might have been.

Another of Ralf’s finds was this Willys-Knight, so named for its Knight sleeve-valve engine. This arm of Willys-Overland had a fairly long run of almost 20 years, being sold from 1914 to 1933, with production starting out in Elyria, Ohio, before being moved to Willys’ home base of Toledo. Years ago, my mom found a picture of my young paternal grandmother sitting on the running board of a 1920s sedan, and she asked me to figure out what kind of car it was. Anyone who’s tried to identify a 1920s car understands how difficult that can be with nothing but a profile shot to go by, but the cowl shape and the distinctive cowl-mounted light rewarded my hours of searching: It was a 1927 (or so) Willys-Knight, which made geographic sense, because that side of the family was based in Toledo at the time.

It’s not too common to see a Willys-Knight these days, but a few of them almost always pop up at the Greenfield Village Old Car Festival in September, and I captured this 1930 Model 70B in 2024. The 70B was also called the “Light Six”; it was available in 1929 and 1930 and at $1,075, it was priced lower than just about any Willys-Knight built to that point. Moving the car downmarket clearly didn’t help the final result, but the cars still looked good anyway.

The example in Ralf’s picture might be a little closer in age to the car my grandma was parked on so many years ago; what I can see seems to match models in the 1926-27 range.

This 1937 Pontiac has clearly seen its last mile, having suffered from some ignominious glass breakage, headlight theft, and general gross neglect.

But Pontiacs of the 1930s haven’t all been so unlucky. My 2024 trip to the Pontiac Historical Museum in Pontiac, Michigan, left me with a new vehicular friend, this 1938 Pontiac four-door sedan. I think BOP cars of the 1930s, Pontiacs and Oldsmobiles especially, are underrepresented in car culture. Everyday sedans of the 1930s, ’40s, and ’50s have suffered in value and esteem over the last several years, and that may open up plenty of hoarding opportunities for those who want something a little different from the usual car meet fare. I couldn’t get enough of this one.

Then there’s the classic Pinto station wagon, and this one appears to be from the 1974-76 era. As you can see, it’s been turned into a truck, and although a Pinto Ranchero might have been an interesting spin on the early 1960s Falcon Ranchero, it was more likely the answer to the question nobody was asking. My mom drove a brown 1974 Pinto when I was growing up, and by the time I was cognizant of my surroundings (maybe 1979 or ’80), it was already succumbing to rust. That didn’t, however, stop me from pestering my parents to go “Pinto Hunting” every chance I could. There were still a lot of Pintos around in the early 1980s, and I’m sure my exhausted parents didn’t mind at all taking me on walks and rides on a search for throwaway economy compacts.

If I were going to add a Pinto to my already-too-large fleet, I think it would be a wagon from my 1980 Pinto brochure. I like the Pinto with the “Rallye Pack”; the stripes remind me of a 1976 Firebird Formula’s. What was going on at Ford in 1980? They copied the Trans Am’s hood chicken for their “Cobra,” and then this?

On an unrelated note, the photography in Ford’s brochures for the 1980 models was stunning; the photographers used cool filters to create a pseudo-nighttime setting, and Ford’s color palette was actually very nice: Bright Bittersweet, Bright Yellow, and Bright Red, in addition to their myriad “Glow” hues added up to something totally unlike what you’ll find in the “brochures” of today. RIP variety.

I have, however, saved the best for last: the 1966 Oldsmobile Toronado, one of my absolute favorite cars. It’s a crime that this “Dubonnet” example has been left to rot, almost as much of a crime as the fact that I don’t own one – yet. I made an offer on a ’66 this summer before I bought my Volvo 1800S, but it was at a dealer and they didn’t accept it. Too bad for me, but at least the Volvo is about a half a car smaller than the big Oldsmobile. Chances are very good that if I get another car (ha!), it will be a ’66 Toronado.

In the meantime, I comfort myself by visiting the R.E. Olds Museum in Lansing, where this gold Toronado is on display; I’ve been ogling it for years. Rarely is a group of pictures so evocative, but Ralf’s lens has really found my center this time. The memories they jogged weren’t always exactly the same as what he captured, but sometimes you have to let your imagination have its rein, and we are not at all cruel for letting that happen.