Bracking into the garage
Posted by Streetboy on 2010-01-27 07:19:46, Wednesday|
The previous owners were kicked out for non payment, they left in a hush. I bought it because I needed a place and it was dirt cheap. They gave me keys after the process, but none fitted the garage door. I claimed and asked for them, but it was a simple "we don't have no more" Meanwhile Erick was in tow, curious, I admit so was I.After getting the you go boy, it's yours, I broke into it.Erick was there, his father and a few neighbourgs. We took a sledge hammer to the lock. Finally opened the two doors, the garage looks like an ole barn. There sat this car, with about 5cm of dust over it. Convertible, two seaters, dating back the 70s. It just sat there, unlocked, keys in the ignition, titles in the gloves compartment, ready for a new owner to take it on a spin. Erick was exploring the garage, he found a few things he wanted, asked me reapetedly if he could keep them, I was busy looking at the car, wondering what to do with it. I told Erick it was ok to keep what he wanted. I was too busy thinking about the car. The titles (registration) said it wasn't on the road for over 15 years. I was wondering, should I junk it or try to auction it's remains. The mice did a good job with the seats, carpets and door panels. I surveyed the rest of the garage, some tool box with non-metric tools, tyres that were rotten, a few garden tools. I didn't know what to do with all this and just went in, saying to myself tomorrow is another day. When later that afternoon, Erick came back with his father. Erick's father knew the people living here and told me stories. Erick begged to help me restore the car, when I asked him why? His reply was a simple because we will do it. His father being there and giving us the green flag, I said ok. SB |
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