I was, of course, under no illusions that a 1970s automobile - clearly a “driver,” and not a museum piece - would be immune to the Great Enemy of Detroit Iron. As I inspected the lines and finish of my trove, it was inevitable I’d find some imperfection there.

Well, crap

That’ll buff out, right? And that?

Also crap

It desperately needs brakes, too. Pedal’s to the floor for any stopping power at all, and then it pulls hard to the right to boot. [ frustrated sigh ]

I really wanted to do “trunk or treat” with it, too. Probably not in the cards this year though.