Hi,
A couple of counter arguments.
If we/you/me didn't salvage or scrap old clunkers, the wouldn't be rare, so probably not very interesting, and likely to be worthless. Me? I always tried so get in near the chrysalis stage.
I have read suggestions that the Hot Rod fraternity may have saved many an old jalopy, just by "being". The argument was that the Vandals increased the demand for new componemts, thereby encouraging various entrepenuers to meet
our demand for the
little spares. How many specialists would survive by just reconditioning steering wheels.
Unfortunately for me (but benefiting others), try finding a project S2, for under a couple thousand pounds.
Somebody will be looking for breakers, and thereby depriving the enthusiast of a project.
Do and Ebay search for Series 2s for up to £2,000. You will find at least one potential buyer running a continuous WANTED advert, and offering that sort of money. OK, I agreed that Matey will roll up with a transporter, and a bundle of cash ... and start negotiating after the deal had been agreed. I even met a dealer who drove a hunderd miles, happy to pay £5,000 for Barbara's pristine, original shape, Honda CRX, only to kick the tyres and drop his offer to £4,000.
We paid £250 for Barbara's Reliant Sabre, drove it into the ground, managed to sell the remains for £350, nine years later. We later heard that the buyer "asset stripped" it (Engine, gearbox, back axle, recent chrome wire wheels and tyres, new fibreglass bonnet, and factory show car GTE front suspension and complete disc brakes), and sold the dregs for £5,000.
I can't complain. The deal was that the buyer would put it back on the road ..which he sort of did ... it's now a Historic Racing Car ... valued at over £40,000. If anybody knows the current owner, I'm sure Barbara would like to meet it again, give it a stroke, in exchange for some of our photos.
We entered this car in the first and second
Sabre Days, at Droys Court. Barbara had a go at Grass Autotesting ... great fun driving a 16cwt car with a straight six Ford Zodiac engine, on wet grass.
Barbara slid it round one one traffic cone, lined up on the next, gave it some welly. The bloke sitting on the cone gave a howl of protest,
and departed on his toes. We learned later that that particular cone was not part of the course. Oops!
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