I do suffer from such a personality, but the reason I hold my mud back is quite simply because I'm trying to put one last thought or sentence down before my bowels threaten me with a rumble that suggests a bigger problem than finishing a line. so this 924 should make me cringe and obsess over making things "right' on it...but it doesn't. I like it the way it is.
Barry James, the previous owner of this 924, was intrigued by it too; so much so that he decided to buy the damned thing and scavenge what little he could from it before passing her on. if you read his blog, he'll proudly point out what he was able to pry off of this pathetic corpse for his own needs. but it seems that he too was a bit obsessed by the decay. his photographs reveal his eye for examining the ruins with an archaeological perspective. one with interests in such states of decomposition can spend hours carefully studying the shots looking for any clues that will give up her secrets and perhaps let one in on her past, they offer such an invitation.
this is how Barry invited us in. most of us find beauty in such wretchedness, others may shake their head in disgust over the state of what was once a very expensive car, and a few of us are demented enough to allow liquor's encouragement on saving this car. that last notion can be dismissed simply because these little bricks aren't ripe for the saving yet, but they will be. years, maybe decades from now we'll look back on these images and say, "goddamn, why didn't I keep that old 924." with the same remorse many have today on that 356A or 911E they passed up or sold off because they were in a similar state as this one.
remember that thought...
our thanks to Barry James for this morosely wonderful share that served him well.