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The abandoned cars described remind me of an experience years ago. had just
visited a friend in the Perkasie area of Pennsylvania.who owned a nice '56 Imp.
He suggested I stop and view an old used car lot on my way back home to
Maine. The site was a short distance from his home. I found the place and
stopped the car on the street next to a patch of overgrown woods. The day
was foggy and misty, and I left the wife in the Imp and pushed through the thick
undergrowth for a hundred feet or so until I was completely out of sight of the
busy traffic area I had parked in. Suddenly-there it was-an abandoned used
car dealership that hadn't seen a customer in probably thirty years. Rows
of cars from the forties and fifties sat there on the cracked blacktop on their
flat whitewalls amid ruined colorful advertising flags and a complete salesman's
shack. Not a window smashed -no vandalism evident. It was a
spooky feeling, one I have never forgotten, as if a time warp had occurred
and this was a remnant of a lost period in a Huxley novel-
My friend said the owner had died years ago. He would not dicker on his
fleet of cars-so never sold them. The old man stubbornly sat in his shack
day after day. After death the site became tied up in litigation between many
potential heirs-and thus it remained. There were Packard convertibles from the
Forties, Imp hardtops, and Crown Victorias galore. I got soaked pushing my way
back to the car, and my wife said "What did you see?" I couldn't explain it.
What a waste-
Ted
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