Lost & Found: More Automotive (And Wildlife) Treasures Saved From A Nebulous Fate

Can failing to use good pictures be wrong?  Such a failure could be considered a form of wastefulness, which can be wrong – or at least shameful.  I must correct that.  Like our last installment, these are unused, one-off’s, and other miscellaneous pictures (automotive and otherwise) I don’t remember using before.

Such as this Kaiser.

This Kaiser was found north of the town of Lebanon.  The correct local pronunciation is Leb-uh-nun.  Some will inadvertently say it as “Leb-nun”.  Either way, there is no “non” at the end.

Still fully operational, this Kaiser was for sale.  When was the last time you found a Kaiser for sale alongside the road?

Lebanon, while only around 17,000 in population, is a cornucopia for CC finds.  Lying on Old Route 66, it was once touted as the Used Car Capital Of The World…which might still be accurate.

This Datsun / Nissan was in a grocery store parking lot.  In a weird twist, contributor Eric703 also found this same Datsun / Nissan – in the same parking lot.

Another find was over 110 miles north of there, near Columbia.  Attending an auto auction for my father-in-law one day (where the minivan he was interested in obtaining got cut from that particular auction, irritatingly) I found this Ford Contour SVT.  It had a manual transmission and high miles but was in great shape.

Sometime after finding the Contour, I found this Chevelle on US 63 just south of Columbia.  What really caught my eye was the driver’s window being down.

For the sharp-eyed, you will notice the “Little Dixie Lake” sign.  The area around and northeast of Columbia has been referred to as Little Dixie, which dates to the 1850s.

Captured from the same angle, this ’61 Chevrolet was found just east of Jefferson City.

It’s a big boned Buick B-body!  Found in St. Robert, two hours south of Columbia, this Buick was a literal stone’s throw from the front gate of the US Army’s Fort Leonard Wood.

Was I there getting a tattoo?  Yes, a Buick LeSabre was tattooed onto an SD card.

Sliding 25 miles east on I-44 gets one to Rolla.  Pronounced “Rah-luh”, it’s where I attended the last 65% of my college career.  Away from campus is where I found this 1959 Mercedes.  It’s not the best picture, but the best I could get of an amazing car.

I only knew the model year by looking at the license plate.

Regarding Rolla itself, I have seen a few Corolla’s around town owned by hardcore students.  How could I tell?  They have removed the “Co” from the nameplate on the trunklid.

Since I am meandering all over the state, here’s a Chrysler from Cape.  Cape Girardeau, that is, the place where I was born a rapidly increasing number of years ago.

This K-car based LeBaron presented itself to me in February 2018, the day of my maternal grandmother’s funeral.

Speaking of grandparents, here’s a picture of my maternal grandfather while he was stationed in England during World War II.  He’s the balding one in the upper right holding what appears to be spark plugs.  Despite looking older, he was only about 20 in this picture.

This picture was found on the website of a war museum located near where he was stationed.  The Army allowed him to disclose he was stationed “between Liverpool and Blackpool” in his letters home; no further description was allowed due to security concerns.  It is now safe to say he was near the town of Freckleton.  He also witnessed the Freckleton Air Disaster in August 1944.

My grandfather was surprised that I found (okay, my sister found it) this picture.  I showed this to him when he was 95.  His mental acuity was unchanged since this picture was taken, and he was one to tease, so I asked him what he was holding.  He responded with a faux belligerent “I’m old; how the hell would I know?”.  So I said, “Grandpa, you were there when this was taken!”.

This picture was taken near my house the day he died a little over a year later in July 2020.  He was 96.

This creek runs parallel to the road I use to get home; my timing was good as all had been heavily flooded twenty minutes prior.  We received a copious amount of rain in about thirty minutes.

That storm also flooded US 50 through Jefferson City, where I live.  Those are parking lots on either side of the sheriff’s department Charger.

Also during the time of that viral ruckus of whose name I will not utter, the US Air Force announced they were going to fly a Stealth fighter over the central part of the state.  It was based at Whiteman Air Force Base, which is about 80 miles west of where I live.

This picture was taken from my backyard.

Speaking of stealth, opossums are stealthy creatures.  We somehow discovered this one trying to climb into my fenced in garden.  Looks like he enjoys cherry tomatoes.

Deer are also very stealthy – and common.  They also crap all over the place.  A few years ago I was hurrying across the backyard for some reason when I slid and nearly fell upon stepping into the middle of an unseen deer pile and sliding a great distance.  It was unpleasant.

You can see I’m not big on mowing.  Mowing would contribute to starving the deer.  Starving a deer would constitute animal cruelty.  Animal cruelty is mean.  I’m not mean…most days.

What is mean is when the fuel pump (I think that’s what it was) on your pickup croaks…when the tank is full.  It was hauled to a coworker’s house and quickly fixed.  Seeing the old girl in such a state was bothersome.

One should expect surprises in a 30+ year old pickup.  Right now she won’t charge herself.  The alternator is fine.  One culprit is the external voltage regulator which is within the ECM (or PCU; it’s in some box behind the battery).  Another culprit could be the crankshaft position sensor.  Damned electronics.

Have I ever mentioned how common these Dodges are around here?  Here’s proof…

This last Dodge reminds me of a story.

A coworker overheard a conversation one day.  He said two people were talking and could not remember the name of a town where some business or person was located.  One said to the other “I think the town name starts with a ‘U'”.

The reply?  “Oh, yeah, it’s Eugene!”

This Dodge was found near U-gene, the eastern one.

Back in 2020, I had some surprise health issues.  All turned out well but an incidental finding was the possibility of cancer.  Between diagnosis and surgery I spent every Saturday morning exploring county roads.  My mind was in overdrive and needing to sort things out.  To think, I’d fire up my old Dodge and go for a drive.  After a while I’d open a can of soda for sipping and head back home when it was finished.  This exploration yielded some nice finds…like this Dodge!

Oh, and I found this Dodge upon leaving the hospital after some testing.  That’s the bottom of my Dodge in the bottom of this picture.  Good rigs don’t die easily.

This picture was taken in 2020 and I saw this short-bed Dodge again last week.  She’s still going strong.

An observation…only the silver one appears inert.  It is, likely not coincidentally, the same vintage as mine.  The rest are still going…and are all older with fewer electronics.  Damned electronics.

My exploration was fun, seeing all manner of buildings, terrain, wildlife, and a few automotive treasures, such as this Javelin.  One never knows what they will find.

A Mercedes was not expected.  The nose on that thing is highly unfortunate.  That’s the nicest thing I can say.

If I weren’t being nice, I would say the headlights look to be plucked from a Pontiac Grand Am and the hood extension containing the Mercedes logo looks like somebody pulling their nose down over their mouth.  But I shall remain charitable.

This 1956 Ford and semi-Studebaker combination was found between Brazito and U-gene.

Which reminds me…another person I know of goes by the name U-gene.  His detractors call him U-genious.

This is an N-genious use of an old Studebaker.

This ’73 Ford Torino Squire was found behind a local business.  I don’t know what happened to it as this business relocated and the building was torn down.  It was a real bummer as he sold older cars and more than one CC find came from here.  The business being so near was somewhat like fishing in a bathtub.

What I do know is this Torino had a 429.  Cubic inches can alleviate many things.

Winding down, here’s another local find that deserves its moment in the sun.  How often does one see a 1937 Chevrolet in the wild?  Likely about as often as seeing a Kaiser.

Last, but certainly not least, is this Oldsmobile Delta 88 convertible.  This seems like an appropriate way to end this journey in my photo archives.