When I was in Highschool, there was a little old lady in town with a '66 Dart GT, Mauve (purple) with a white Signet interior.
I always admired it, and one day on my way home from school I saw it T Boned in an intersection. She was OK, but the car was a total.
I tried to buy it but the shop that towed it "was going to fix it" and as time went by I forgot all about it.
15 years later the shop went out of business and the owner called my shop and asked if I still wanted it?
Well, sitting out in the impound lot for 15 years with the windows down and the drivers door (cut off by the "Jaws Of Life") setting on the front seats had a pretty bad effect on the car.
Looking back it was restorable, but at the time it was just a rusty moldy mess not worth fooling with.
so I used the rear frame rails to fix my sisters Scamp and it became a parts car.
When it was about picked clean by my 2 middle school aged helpers, they asked if they could "blow the engine up? (it was a 225)
I showed them how to hook up an external fuel tank to it and gave them 5 gallons of gas and a rock to put on the gas pedal.
They came back in the shop about half hour later asking for more gas.
I gave them 5 more gallons. By then it was hot enough all the grease was burnt off of it!!
Twards the end of the 2nd 5 gallons the rock vibrated off the pedal and it settled down to a nice smooth Slant 6 idle.
And never did "Blow Up"....
