Content in watching them rust.

I used to live on a well traveled road, and had people stopping all the time trying to buy my 66 Cuda, I finally got tired of being the one saying "I get around to it one day" I'm making the time for it now.
My grandfather had several cars on his farm that he refused to sell, for no apparent reason. He had a 2 door 57 Chevy next to the barn that people kept stopping for, He also had a 32 Ford in a back field, and a Studabaker in the barn buried to the door handles in sheep dung.