which I had to send away for and it just arrove this mornin’, havin’ been brought all the way down here to Jefferson County, Missouri from up Iowa-way… And here she is, my new 1955 Plymouth Belvedere 2-door hardtop.
Let this be a lesson, never browse the ‘cars for sale’ ads on the internet, lest you find yourself reasoning that you should buy this car; they’re not making any more '55 Plymouths and this one’s a sweetie, by golly. So ya email the dude, and the next thing you know, he’s delivering this baby over the holiday weekend, right to your door (only $40 extra). A waste of money, to be sure, but what the hell. The government seems intent on making my money worthless with its fiscal policies; I might as well convert a little cash to a car that I have no use for. I just always liked these, and the price seemed right, and besides, I’m a little crazy. And nobody around here cares if I have an old car in my yard…an old pickup truck would fit in better, but this’ll do.
So anyway, the headlight eyebrows only have surface rust (a real plus on this model) and, amazingly, the rockers are solid on both sides. The floors are solid, but the interior is shot and the driver’s door window is broken out (but the trim that attaches to the glass is inside the car). There’s no engine, no transmission, no radiator, no steering, no brakes, and it has the wrong pedal cluster (it has a clutch pedal assembly, but it was originally equipped with a Powerflite, as evidenced by the trunk script and the shifter sticking out of the dashboard). So, now I have to rearrange all the iron out in the garage, so I can fit the newest member of the family in. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.