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dukeboy_318 said
well not as bad as my story...

I was 17, enlisted in the Army Guard that year, 2004. A couple days before I was to ship out for BCT, I stumbled across a 1970 B5 Blue, Plymouth Barracuda, 340, auto. Bucket seats. sitting on concrete blocks. reverse gear was out in the trans, car hadn't moved from inside the barn since 1979. Guy wanted 500 bucks. I had the cash, but being a minor in my state, you had to have parents signature to buy a car. or to withdraw the funds from the then joint savings account. Mom refused to let me buy it due to lack of air bags. I inquired about it when I got back home from BCT 11 weeks later, guy had crushed it... for 200 bucks in scrap metal at the time.

A few years ago I saw this poking out of the weeds (at the time it looked better). I locked up the brakes, spun around and went back.

340/4-Speed. “It’s not for sale, I’m gonna fix it.”

A month later (when the picture was taken), a tree branch had landed on the roof and caved in the roof and blew out the windows. A month after that the whole tree fell on the car, folded it up like a pretzel