Old cars are finicky beasts. They have personalities, tempers and a presence that new cars can’t hope to emulate. When they run great they’re wonderful and can provide their owners with countless years of enjoyment. Keeping them running though is another story entirely and is one that requires time, money and most of all, parts. Over the years I’ve built up quite a stockpile of extra parts for my 1968 Dodge Charger. Taillight lenses, fenders, transmissions and interior parts. You name it and I have it, or least I used to have it. Over the past year I decided to sell off many of the old parts that I’ve collected in an effort to free up some space in the ole’ garage. Some have been sold at swap meets, others on the internet and yet others still by word of mouth. This past weekend I was fortunate enough to lighten my load yet again and in the process make a little money on the side. What amazed me though is the distance that the purchaser traveled.
My Charger is a pro-touring car which means that many of the original parts have been removed in favor of newer, more modern components. However for those looking to do an original restoration on a car these parts can be invaluable. I had received an email from a buyer stating that he’d be down this weekend but when he arrived I notice that the plate on his car was from Canada. I asked how far he’d driven and his answer was pretty damn impressive – 1,113 miles. I immediately questioned his sanity and he explained that he wanted to inspect the parts in person, go through any other bits and pieces I may have, and he wanted everything immediately.
At days end he left with a loaded truck and I left with a full pocket. The gentlemen explained it like this; owning an old car is like being in a fraternity, we’re all brothers in one way, shape or form and all share a love for these vintage automobiles. In his travels buying cars and parts he said that he’s made some wonderful friends, seen some beautiful places and purchased some of the nicest parts on the market. We chatted for a good 90 minutes just bullshitting over vintage iron, future purchases and cars we’ve owned in the past. By the time he left I realized he was right to make such a long trip, as not only did he walk away with some great hardware, but I’ve now got a great contact on the other side of the border and another member to the frat.