This is where so many of the tired old CC’s end up in Eugene, hoping to find one more owner willing to adopt them, warts, fleas, ticks and all; if not, they’ll have to be euthanized. So if you want to rescue one of these old dogs from an ignoble death, head on out to Eugene and bring home your newly adopted CC.
Today we’ll do the front lot, which is where the finer pedigree is kept. If they’re too pricey for you—the posted prices are negotiable, within reason—wait for Part 2 tomorrow, which is the back lot; there’s no posted prices back there so I suspect they’ll take just about any reasonable offer above scrap price for those tired dogs. And they accept Doge Coin.
I can’t vouch for the details of their health, but there’s essentially no
rust mange to be seen anywhere. That alone makes them quite lovable. And hopefully they won’t bite.
Stopping in at St. Vinnie’s donated car sales lot is an old tradition, but one I’ve been neglecting for some time. I first stopped to shoot the inventory in 2011, when there were still quite a few cars from the ’70s, including a Vega, no less. When I returned in 2015, there was a rather shocking number of upscale imports there, including a Rolls Royce.
I shot this fine Aerostar on the way in, but forgot to shoot the price sticker. Perfect for hauling your other dogs.
That applies to this Dodge Durango too. Sorry. And yes, this one is the exception about rust, but strictly limited to its damaged bumper. A real cattle dog.
Let’s start with the front row, with a fine Toyota Highlander. It’s the Golden Retriever of cars, and good as gold. Seriously, if I was needing an affordable older CUV, an early Highlander would be near the top of my shopping list.
Actually, I’m not the only one here on this very quiet Memorial Day morning: someone was checking out this Toyota pickup, listening to the engine run. I’m not surprised it was the one vehicle with an interested shopper: old Toyota trucks are always in demand.
This one has a V6 too. It sounded pretty good to me. Maybe not exactly a gently purring…
I bet it’ll be adopted soon; these are as in demand as French Bulldogs. Or has that fad cooled off finally?
A Buick Afghan Sheephound looking for a new home. At that price it better be a cream puff.
A well-bronzed Jimmy. It’s a mutt.
Admit it, you’ve always wanted a Thunderdog.
Another LeSabre, but a bit older. Other than a wee bit of mange on the roof, it looks pretty good for its age.
For those worried about rising dog food prices, here’s an economical Hyundai Excel.
Or maybe a Neon? A terrier of some kind, I would say.
Now we’re getting into the serious CC’s: a Mercury Grand Marquis, and what a bargain. Alloys too.
How did a catfish Taurus wagon end up in here with all these dogs? Relive the glorious ’90s.
Can’t go wrong with a Chevy Impala. A true classic.
Now what’s the alpha-numeric name for these little Fords? Oh right; ZX2. So memorable.
This isn’t just any old minivan; it’s the Oldsmobile of minivans.
A rare Mazdog 626 of this generation. Better hope it’s not an automatic. Maybe that’s why there was no price tag.
A fish-less face Taurus. You probably rented this very car once upon a time. Maybe your lost sunglasses are still under the seat.
A Dog Grand Caravan.
Is this your father’s Buick?
A Korean Jindo.
A genuine Kishu Ken, the Subaru of Japanese dogs. Cheap too.
A Nissan Quest, a mixed Japanese-American breed that’s popular in villages.
Here’s a genuine all-American working dog. This sat not far from my house for many years.
One of the newer American breeds. Almost extinct now, except for some hardy survivors.
An Old Dog.
Another Quest. Villagers have long become extinct in these parts.
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