All over the country, people sell their cars by washing them up, polishing them down, then parking them in a prominent spot. Often, this is near the front of their property but, in some places, they’ll put it at a busy intersection or junction, or near a gas station. Such was the case with this sharp number from the past century. In fact, it was parked at an odd intersection of two roads at the bottom of a “V” intersection, next to a gas station, and in a gigantic plot of land near a bunch of houses. Those are actually birds circling in the sky, by the way, and not dirt on my camera sensor. There was something dead or tasty-looking in that big field and they were wheeling over it the whole time.