I have a 1973 Century which was wrecked by an :moonu: (See the Kill Story That Should Not Have Happened thread) and I need a front upper cap, passenger light housing , and a passenger fender. If someone could: 1. tell me which years could replace the parts I need as I cannot really tell from the pictures I found in the Web 2. if anyone has seen or knows where I can get these parts. I have already tried ebay and every junkyard within 50 miles (except this other one in Picayune, MS that I will tackle soon) 3, If anyone you know has these parts lying around!!! Thanks, Guys.:beer
give tom a call at vans auto i saw a few of them out there and he does have what your looking for but i do not remember what shape they where in. ask for tom though and let him know that greg hildebrand sent you his way. phone number is 1-920-324-2481 email vansauto@sbcglobal.net and web vansauto.com let him know the buick guy greg sent you. you might want to send him a pic as well as he is a mopar guy and i tend to educate him on buick stuff out there:grin:
That Freaky Thing Since Barry's U- Pull It is open seven days a week and my fiance Stephanie and I were coming back from her son's tournament baseball game, I convinced her to accompany my to the yard in search for parts. While going through the old Buicks she said "It's so sad... all these old cars." My thoughts exactly. I explained to her that "...these cars must die so that others may live." Anyway, there were no parts I could salvage for myself so I decided to check out the rest of the yard just in case. While we were passing through the Pontiac section, Stephanie stopped and took a few steps back, put her hand on her chest (as if she were having a heart attack) and opened her eyes real wide. She started saying something along the lines of "Oh my God... oh my God..." I ran up to her and asked her what was wrong. She said "Something bad happened in that car." I didn't know what to think at that point - It was a Pontiac Grand Prix circa 1980 - nothing out of the ordinary visually that seperated this car from any other one around it. She was really freaked! She woundn't even go up to the car to look. She almost burst into tears. I surveyed the interior and I didn't see anything unusual, in fact, I think the whole car was salvagable. She didn't mind walking around the rest of the yard with me, but she wouldn't go anywhere nearthe Pontiacs. She couldn't explain anything to me other than the car gave off a mega-bad vibe. Any of you guys had anything like that happen to you? Can a car be haunted of give off vibes?
there are some cars than can do that...ironically in the south you find a lot more of them...can't really explain it but some cars can just give you the creaps. The triumph spitfire at knippers had the same effect on a friend of mine, made him jump out of his skin. At the time the car was parked with the passenger side out facing the walking path so you didn't notice at frist that the drivers side had been opened up by the hurst tool (the "jaws of life" to you non rescue workers out there). Since then someone has pulled back the whole roof and the car has been moved, but the last time I was near it I got a chill up my arms (in Louisiana heat that is pretty hard). A friend of mine inherited a 1976 caprice from a relative of his. The car was super clean with 76K on the clock and he uses it as daily transportation. I fell out of touch with him a few years ago only to meet him again at a deli late at night a couple of months ago. I had my golden retriver with me at the time and for some reason the dog would not go near the car (refused to get within a couple of feet of it, and I had to put him back into my car so I could continue the conversation). While we were talking I noticed that the neighborhood cats that usually raid the garbage by where the car was parked were sitting across the street. After a while I asked him about a couple of dents in the fender and he told me that about 8 months ago he had accidently killed a pedestrian when the guy tried to cross the street agains the light and stepped out in front of him (I found out later that the pedestrian had bad eyesight, was crossing at night on a busy four lane boulevard, against the light, 100 feet from an intersection, from a tree lined median and had really just stepped into the path of my friends car too close for him to react fast enough). After he told me about it I felt uneasy standing next to the car but i think that was more from the macabre of it than anything else. When he eventually drove away the cats came back across the street and my dog calmed down considerably. Why did I include this story, to make a point. In the animal kingdom a lot of behavior is dictated by the senses. territory is marked out via bodily secretions, the scent of hormones play a part in causing reproduction, and even death has a scent that can attract certain animals and frighten others. As humans we think of ourselves evolved enough to not be at the mercy of our senses and plus our daily living has made less sensitive to things that would trigger instinctual behavior. My point is what ever has happened with these cars, the event of which probably left behind some sort of sensory marker (something we might, smell, feel, taste, etc) that normally we wouldn't be attuned to be looking for that animals would be (for instance I wasn't bothered by my friends car but the animals sure were). Some people are more sensitive than others to outside stimuli, in which case you end up with a situation like what happened with your girlfriend. Her subconscious picked up on something sensory residual from an event associated with the car and triggered the emotion of fear in her so as to get an instinctual fight or flight response. Your Girlfriend was probably right in that something really bad must have happened to leave enough sensory residue behind for a human to pick up on, because we are desensitized to such things from our modern daily life. It would be interesting to know how an animal would respond to the car. sometimes a visual response can have the same effect also, for example I once got goosebumps up and down my arms from looking at a wrecked car on a lot. The car was a rollover and I was inspecting the car related to my work. I was sufficiently creeped out by the car for several minutes but couldn't figure out why until I realized that there was a large dent in the roof that had been made from the inside out over the driver's side passenger seat. Subsoncsiously my mind had seen it and had raced to the obvious conclusion as to what created the dent but for what ever reason I was not able to connect my conscious feelings with my subconscious. Anyway this is just my rationalization to explan why certain hunks of metal give me the creaps, I don't have any scientific studies or anything, just the theory above but it makes a lot more sense than supernatural explanations or ghosts.
by the way, I'd hate to think you were in that area on my account, seeing as how I asked about ponitac parts and all.
Actually, I was checking out the whole yard just for fun. I would say there are approximately (just a guestimate) 50- 100 Pontiacs (real hard to say) some as far back as the 60's from what I remember. What exactly were you looking for again?
1967 A-body (GTO/Lemans/Tempest) sheetmetal parts. Also Same year Buick A-body stuff (GS/Skylark/Special). I have a thing for 1967 A-bodies. I might be planning a trip down to N.O. soon and if I do I would be happy to go junkyard scrounging with ya. Funny thing about cars down there is that on some the sheetmetal will stay perfect and others I have seen are more rotted out than cars in the northeast. Weird things happen to interiors too. I once saw a white 1969 GTO rotting in someone's porperty in Homa, the sheetmetal was very clean (no rot and very little surface rust) but the entire interior had about an inch thick growth of toxic mold all over it. You could't even tell it was vynil there was so much of the stuff, just a pair of black and green fuzzy seats and dash. Nasty.
yeah, I have an area in my basement where all my pets are deathly scared of. When they walk past they hug the opposite wall. Once my sister was holding our cat and walked over there, and the cat went dead nuts, clawed the hell out of her and it ran off and went hiding for 3 hours. This house is older than dirt, so something happened there...
