Ten years I’ve lived in this house, and with the enjoyable exception of a 1967 Ford F250 several years ago (see it here), I’ve seen nary a classic parked curbside in my neighborhood. Until lately. The cars are comparatively coming out of the woodwork. Or the curbwork. Whatever. It’s been refreshing.
I mentioned this Thunderbird in my last Spotted While Driving post here. It was parked pretty far back in this neighbor’s driveway for a long while, but it has recently moved curbside. It’s sitting there as I type this, maybe 100 feet from where I sit. It looks to be reasonably intact. The padded vinyl roof is probably beyond restoration and some of the trim bits have gone AWOL, but it otherwise looks complete and solid. But its vent window has been open for weeks, through the wettest summer I can remember. Sad face.
This 1969 Camaro was parked on my street for barely an hour, but that was long enough for me to photograph it. The wheels are awful. Maybe I’m just becoming cantankerous in my middle age but goldarn it you kids, if you can’t use original wheels, at least use aftermarket wheels that made sense for the car. Cragars anyone? And of course anytime I see an SS 396 I immediately assume the car didn’t leave the factory that way. But I still swooned slightly as I came upon it on an after-dinner stroll. I would have written it up proper, all on its own, as I took several other photographs of it. Unfortunately, this is the only one that I didn’t flub.
Finally, this 1977 or 1978 Chevy Impala moved in not long ago with a family that appears to own five or six cars. I love seeing those original wheel covers on it. Behind it, blurry, you can make out an early 1970s Plymouth Valiant that has lived here for years but has never moved from that spot. I keep hoping it shows up at the curb so I can do it up right and proper. Alas, I’m preparing to list my house for sale, and will soon be gone. So this little glimpse is all you get.