Pick Up Day

So, it’s time to get the De Soto. It’s May 2007. I’m thinking well I can make the trip to South Carolina in one day; spend the night somewhere and then get the car in the AM. After that I can cruise back home via my old school (Elon) for some nostalgia and a Zach’s Hot Dog and still get home relatively early in the day.Anyway, I get to SC at 11 PM and it’s still over 90 degrees, and this is May.  Bobo, as he has since been named — he was located near Bobo Newsome Highway so it seemed appropriate –, was sitting in all his lack of glory waiting for me to show up the next AM. Given the experience I’ve had with mice and rat stuff, I had asked the seller early on if he would be willing to clean out the interior for an extra $100 and he said yes. Believe me, if someone will take a hundred dollars to clean out an old car that has most likely been home to a million mice, pay him!  The lady and her daughter that actually did the work said a rat jumped out while they were pulling stuff out. Glad it was them and not me. I hate mouse and rat droppings!   While loading Bobo onto my trailer, I had my first taste of what was to come. I opened the passenger door and it almost came off in my hand! Seems the door hinge pins were rusted clean through. I mean how does that happen? These pins are like a 1/2 inch thick.  Well, that was just the start.Brining Bobo home was uneventful. There were a lot of thumbs up along the way and I was still happy with my purchase. I still had no idea what time, moisture and humidity had accomplished!