Another way to park a car's body.
The story began 5 years ago when (after some bottles of wine) I decided to do something against my "midlife crisis". I called my friend Paul Schuster in Minnesota Lake and asked him for a favor: to look for my first car ever back in 1965, when I was in Fort Bliss, TX, with the German Air Force: a 1956 Olds 88. He is a real friend. He found one and shipped it to Germany. It was in a rather good shape but not good enough. So I tore it apart completely to get a real good car. The job was supposed to take about two years so the car would be finished at my 50th birthday. ( I just had my 53rd (g))
Here is what it looked like at the end of 1993: My wife compared it to a pig in the slaughterhouse and did not believe in a successful finish of the adventure.