Ok, I now must pick my jaw up off the floor! I have to be the first to ask...Where is this at?

 

so many lovely choices and cant tell which one to pick,,could use some parts if you re close enought o pick em up,,,
Warren

 

...I'd also like to see some pics of the fleet. They must have some real solid daily drivers right around the corner. This is a great barn find!

 

You have a nice ride ,,if u can get me some parts priced id appreciate it,,need both front fenders,,tailgate,and doors for my 65 regular cab[non-custom] and if possible some hood hinges...thanx

 

cool....I'm needing a straight, painted front bumper.

let me know if this is possible.

 

Found my Uni in a barn. It was the only one there. I love barn finds, or just any old ranch that will let me look in there back 40.

 

While I was stationed in North Dakota (1990), a buddy of mine named Al and I found a 39 Chevy sedan in a barn. It was dirty and dusty, but the body was perfectly straight and had zero rust.

We found the owner of the land and asked if he would sell it. His response was priceless.....he said, "yeah I guess so, but I don't know why you'd want an damned old car like that though".

We paid him $400, put some skinny old tractor tires on the wheels and attempted to pull it to the base with my friends late 80s Ford pickup. The 39 had no brakes, but the e-brake seemed to have a small amount of life left in it....I figured enough to gently stop it if we were being extra careful during the tow.

I say "attempted" because I found out too late that Al had never pulled a car with a rope before. We got out on the county highway and Al just starts driving as he would normally....around 60 mph!

I'm back in the 39 screaming my head off and waving my arms....trying to get his attention to make him slow down.....but no....he's got the radio on and is happy as a clam.

Anyway....we came to an intersection, and he drives right up to the stop sign and puts on the brakes. As you would expect, I pull as hard as I can on the e-brake and the 39 doesn't even begin to slow down. I slammed into the back of that Ford, probably going 40 or 50 mph, caved in his rear bumper and tailgate and sent the pickup hurtling out into the intersection.

But that wasn't the end.....as Al careened into the intersection, the rope got tight again and pulled the 39 back into the Ford, this time hitting it on the right rear quarter.

There was a couple of guys in another truck at the other stop sign laughing so hard after this scene that I thought they were gonna pee in their pants.

The Ford pickup looked like it had been in a demolition derby, but amazingly, that old 39 only suffered a bent bumper and a cracked grill.

I would've been laughing too (after I calmed down a bit), but I had just been in a 50 mph wreck in a 30's era Chevy and was pretty beat up.

It IS funny to remember now though....and Al....I NEVER let him live that one down.

 

Everyone's got a crazy friend named Al, don't they?

 

That is in Northwest Washington st. It is from a thread that was posted in the HAMB. The original poster posted on a thread running on Slick60s about the man who owns all that. He says the owner opened up the place to do a sale was overwhelmed so he is now a little hesaitant to do it again. The original thread poster on HAMB says he may be able to aproach the man for need items. I think it is kind of like when you find a stash of certain vehicals and you approach the owner who is near 85 years old. You would like to buy one and he tells you he is going to restore them all. It will go to his relatives and they will scrap it all. And not give a damn.

 

Sensory overload....

 

I've never seen so many in 1 place how did you come across them? I wish I could get lucky and come across a good find so the guys just going to hold on to them until he dies?

 

That's not a barn that's heaven.

 

i was wondering where they all went, since they never die.

 

Anyone know where in northwest Washington?

I might need to go for a little drive. For all I know it could be the neighbor.



Living in lovely (and wet)
Sedro-Woolley, Washington..."Gateway to the North Cascades"