Myth Of The Woody Wagon Part 2

OK; I left you as we pulled up to the barn. It actually turned out to be a large metal building. We could hardly keep ourselves in check. The woody was inside and we were outside making small talk with the owner.
Finally we went in. It was hard not to be jumping up and down with glee. but' we had to play it cool as nothing of price had been discussed.
The woody turned out to be a 1948 Plymouth woody Wagon. It was backed up against the wall covered in a quarter inch of dust. the poor car also had old wood windows,bed springs,& doors stacked against it. We had to move all of this just to see it. Then it was packed full of life vests and canoe paddles. An hour or so later we had all of this removed and could see the old girl in all of her glory!

Again it was kids in a candy store. It wasn't just the 48 Plymouth. There was also a 1929 model a ford pickup,a world war two jeep,1952 Chevy truck, a Wards Benelli ,Honda Dream and much more vintage iron. It was a scrounger's dream come true!

The Woody was a bit worse for wear the right rear quarter was mostly rotted off and plywood had been screwed on to hold it together. However the interior was beautiful. The roof is a work of art and the dash was perfect.

Dave ended up making a deal for the 48 Plymouth. I ended up with the motorcycles .We would come back and get them the following day.













Just thinking back on it now brings the feelings of elation back. Those of you who understand are a kindred spirit. Those that don't,I'm sorry; you probably never will. It's just one of those deals.


We go home excited about our upcoming retrieval. We make a list of items needed; jack, small air pump, chains, come along, binders ,ect..


The next day we head out the tools are loaded and the trailer hooked up. Two buddies going to bring in lost treasure. When we get there it's down to business pump up the tires hook up a chain and exhume her. Luckily the brakes had'nt locked up and she rolled free. It was a bit of a challenge as we had to come straight out to miss all the things piled along side, but still had to make a left turn out of the building. Once outside you could really take her in.

I re hooked up the trailer and positioned it in front of the Plymouth for loading.
For some reason I'm always the guy who gets to run the come along. Not to bright I guess. LOL
We were a bit worried the rough dirt road would shake the old girl apart. So we tied ropes and straps all over in attempt to hold her together.

I drove very slowly and we made it to town in one piece. On the way down I talked Dave into taking the car to the car wash and removing the years of dust and dirt. What a difference that made.We took the woody up the hill to her new home Dave's garage.

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