Several years ago I noticed a barracuda sitting in front of a house about 4 blocks from where I live.
The car never moves from it's spot.
Looks like it's in nice condition, good body, four tires, faded paint, no broken windows. Perhaps a '68 model year.
Everytime I drive by, I always glace down the street to see If there is anyone out in the yard I could talk to.
Last month I finally spotted two guys outside near the car so flipped a U and drove up in front of the house struck up a conversation " Who owns the MoPar"? I asked.
I talked with the owner for a few minutes. He told me his plans for getting it road worthy once again "someday". He said he just doesn't have the money now to do anything.
Then the lady of the house came out.
Do you want to buy this car? She yelled out.
I quickly found out who held the purse strings here.
I kind of felt sorry for the guy. She's ready to sell this car out from underneath him. No wonder there's no money to do anything with it.