It's truly amazing how tough addictions are to get rid of. Case in point, I've been patting myself on the back for the last couple of years in gradually getting past the Z voices in my head that urge me to look for Zs that need more work than my back can handle and parts that I have no place to store. I no longer check out CraigsList on a daily basis and 'had' settled into a peaceful retirement UNTIL today. Today, I'm driving down a street in SE Portland (note the secrecy) when I happen to glance over at an old chain-link fence almost totally overgrown with weeds and brush. First thing I notice through a small gap in the brush is the rear of a 63 Impala. As I'm remembering the days of my cousin's 63 four-speed, dual-quad, 409 Impala, I get just a quick glimpse of a two-tier rectangular tail-light with a reverse light in the inboard lower corner on a dark background panel. My heart rate instantly doubled and the Subie took the first right turn it could to circle back and find the 240 behind the fence. I pull up and park next to a 50' x 100' lot filled with decaying cars and a locked gate. I can just see enough of the Z to tell it's somewhere between a late 71 and a mid 73. It's white and very dirty. As i was trying to get a look at it a neighbor comes out and says if I'm interested in any of these cars, forget it. He says many people over the years have contacted the owner and he has always refused to even talk about selling any of them. The neighbor states that the owner has several lots (more cars?) around Portland and doesn't need the money and he doesn't know the owner's name. Well, I thought that's good because I don't have much money. I came to the quick realization that I hadn't kicked the habit, I'd just put in a closet where I couldn't hear it's stifled cries.
So, now that it's out of the closet again and in control, I'm going to (must) contact the owner but first I have to find him. In the past I've approached buying parts that weren't for sale by assuring the owner with an emotional tie to the parts that they would be going to a very good home and the parts would be refreshed and on the road again, which is the reason we all hoard parts. I'd like to hear about others experiences, ideas, and the psychology used in separating beloved cars, parts from their owners. I have a feeling this one is going to be a tough nut to crack. Thanks