MacAuley's Folly

Today the garage wasn't so merry.  I snagged a good pair of pants on a raggy old rusty car part that Pat obtained a few years back.  This is one of the parts that elicited the comment "PAT YOU'RE SI-I-I-I-ICK!!!" from the person who told us it was there in the first place.

Let me start at the beginning.  Spider Bulyk, a member of our Morgan Club, put an ad in our newsletter about a field near his house where sadly, some ingracious soul had parked a Morgan.  And left it.  For 12 years it sat.  Getting rustier and rustier.  He said neighborhood kids had come and played and jumped on it and a left it an ungodly mess.  He added, if anyone wants to come up and scrounge some free parts from it, I'm sure it would be OK.  This is what caught Pat's attention. 

Here's the actual ad

Next thing we know, we are renting a van to drive from VA to NY to 'scrounge for parts.'

The field was a few miles from Spider's house and wildly overgrown.  In the middle was a barely recognizable pile of rust.   Pat went to work.  "Wow! The wings only have a couple holes in them!"  As he's picking up this piece and that, at least the ones that didn't crumble from the movement.  And stuffing them into the van.

At some point Spider says, you might as well take the whole thing!  Pat says, good idea!  He starts trying to get the whole body into the van, but a part of it was hanging out.  We ended up cutting the body into three sections to get it inside the van.  This was justified by the fact that it was falling apart anyway.

As we were driving away, we hear Spider yell after us, "PAT YOU'RE SI-I-I-I-I-I-ICK!!!"

I made Pat a plaque with wooden letters that Christmas, christening the mess "MacAuley's Folly."

And today that rusty old piece reared its head and reminded me of why it was there.