Has Gearhart Chevrolet Discovered Doug Bulna's Sabotage Yet? (1-year!)

[njpines]

That would be Doug Bulna, formerly and probably still the sysadmin at Gearhart Chevrolet, a Government Motors dealership somewhere in the blue hellhole of New North Jersey.

[GOBUCKS]

I have no doubt that a decent and civilized person in South Jersey bears no resemblance to the swarming, squirming, steaming hordes of vermin on the west bank of the Hudson.

The Russian In The Woods episode, in the Pine Barrens, was beautiful, as was the wilderness where Silvio shot Adriana.

Unfortunately, New Jersey is just like New York, where millions of deadbeats in one corner of the state ruin the whole thing.

[GOBUCKS]

Well, I hope Doug Bulna is settling into a comfortable, well-earned retirement.

Not really.

[franksolich]

Well, I hope Doug Bulna is settling into a comfortable, well-earned retirement.

Not really.

He's not, because he'd be bragging to the primitive about it, about how he outsmarted "freepers."

[BlueStateSaint]

He's not, because he'd be bragging to the primitive about it, about how he outsmarted "freepers."

Next, we'll hear a story about the benefits of living in a 1986 Chevy Cavalier . . .

[franksolich]

Next, we'll hear a story about the benefits of living in a 1986 Chevy Cavalier . . .

Whatever else he might be doing, I'm sure the brain-damaged primitive is eating his heart out, because of where franksolich is this week.

The brain-damaged primitive likes old classic automobiles, and has for a long time lusted for a "barn find," an ancient vehicle that's been stored and ignored for decades, and sold on the cheap.  franksolich on the other hand has no interest, no interest whatsoever, in old cars; to me, a car is a car is a car is a car.

Guess which one of the two of us is up to our neck in perhaps the biggest "barn find" in history.

It's all over google; any link tells the story:

https://www.google.com/#q=pierce+car+auction

Anyway, even though the auction doesn't start until Saturday (inspection is available beginning Friday, though), there's already circa 20,000 people there. clogging up a town of circa 1,600.  All the campgrounds, the motels and hotels, and private homes with spare bedrooms to rent, are packed. 

Even though I live some miles away, I still got two recreational vehicles from Texas, one pickup truck with a camper from Illinois, and one tent on the ground from Alabama, right here on this property.  They're strangers to each other, but they all seem to be getting along, and assure me the accommodations are good.

I was in Pierce yesterday (Tuesday) on other business, and it's remarkable, that so much of the world's come here.  There's for example a guy from Norway who's a fireman over there, and who couldn't find a place to stay here for the sale.  The fire department in the big city nearby made up an extra bunk for him at the firehouse.

Germans, Australians, and even one--thus far--authentic Brazilian.

License-plates on vehicles from all the 48 continental United States and Alaska (I saw none from Hawaii, but I suppose it's rather difficult driving from there to here) and all the provinces of Canada, and plenty of Mercedes-Benzs and Audis from Mexico.

And much to my amazement, I saw an old stereotype I thought had evaporated circa 1950 or something--a bunch of short little guys from Japan wearing suits and eyeglasses, with buck teeth, and cameras hanging from their necks.

I remember them especially because one of them, upon seeing me, excitedly hollered to the others, ni amerikan, ni amerikan!, and they wanted their picture taken with me.

I dunno why they picked me; there's tons of people there dressed in either farm or ranch attire, while I was dressed in my usual tan bush helmet, tan shirt, and tan shorts, looking like someone out of British East Africa of the 1920s.

(I dress this way around here, because in jeans and a cowboy hat, I look as stupid as the Bostonian Drunkard or the late Chief S itting Bull, the "Redstone" primitive, look in western attire; and besides, other than in winter, nowhere in the world resembles the former British East Africa than the terrain, climate, and flora of the Sandhills of Nebraska, so it's utterly natural.)

Add to that, these Nips were, like 5'1" or 5'2", and here, I'm 6'3"; I towered above them.

But whatever.

The brain-damaged primitive should die of jealousy, that he's unemployed and so can't be here.

[JohnnyReb]

Whatever else he might be doing, I'm sure the brain-damaged primitive is eating his heart out, because of where franksolich is this week.

The brain-damaged primitive likes old classic automobiles, and has for a long time lusted for a "barn find," an ancient vehicle that's been stored and ignored for decades, and sold on the cheap.  franksolich on the other hand has no interest, no interest whatsoever, in old cars; to me, a car is a car is a car is a car.

Guess which one of the two of us is up to our neck in perhaps the biggest "barn find" in history.

It's all over google; any link tells the story:

https://www.google.com/#q=pierce+car+auction

Anyway, even though the auction doesn't start until Saturday (inspection is available beginning Friday, though), there's already circa 20,000 people there. clogging up a town of circa 1,600.  All the campgrounds, the motels and hotels, and private homes with spare bedrooms to rent, are packed. 

Even though I live some miles away, I still got two recreational vehicles from Texas, one pickup truck with a camper from Illinois, and one tent on the ground from Alabama, right here on this property.  They're strangers to each other, but they all seem to be getting along, and assure me the accommodations are good.

I was in Pierce yesterday (Tuesday) on other business, and it's remarkable, that so much of the world's come here.  There's for example a guy from Norway who's a fireman over there, and who couldn't find a place to stay here for the sale.  The fire department in the big city nearby made up an extra bunk for him at the firehouse.

Germans, Australians, and even one--thus far--authentic Brazilian.

License-plates on vehicles from all the 48 continental United States and Alaska (I saw none from Hawaii, but I suppose it's rather difficult driving from there to here) and all the provinces of Canada, and plenty of Mercedes-Benzs and Audis from Mexico.

And much to my amazement, I saw an old stereotype I thought had evaporated circa 1950 or something--a bunch of short little guys from Japan wearing suits and eyeglasses, with buck teeth, and cameras hanging from their necks.

I remember them especially because one of them, upon seeing me, excitedly hollered to the others, ni amerikan, ni amerikan!, and they wanted their picture taken with me.

I dunno why they picked me; there's tons of people there dressed in either farm or ranch attire, while I was dressed in my usual tan bush helmet, tan shirt, and tan shorts, looking like someone out of British East Africa of the 1920s.

(I dress this way around here, because in jeans and a cowboy hat, I look as stupid as the Bostonian Drunkard or the late Chief S itting Bull, the "Redstone" primitive, look in western attire; and besides, other than in winter, nowhere in the world resembles the former British East Africa than the terrain, climate, and flora of the Sandhills of Nebraska, so it's utterly natural.)

Add to that, these Nips were, like 5'1" or 5'2", and here, I'm 6'3"; I towered above them.

But whatever.

The brain-damaged primitive should die of jealousy, that he's unemployed and so can't be here.

I wish I could be there to attend that auction....not that I could afford more than a hot dog. But I would love to watch the crowd and listen to the bidding. I hope they have a good auctioneer.....a good one is like music to my ears.

[franksolich]

I wish I could be there to attend that auction....not that I could afford more than a hot dog. But I would love to watch the crowd and listen to the bidding. I hope they have a good auctioneer.....a good one is like music to my ears.

Nine football field-lengths of old cars, lined up frontwise, not lengthwise.

The guy, when he took a car for a trade-in, usually didn't bother trying to re-sell it, instead just having it towed out to his farm.  He was in business 1946-1996, so there were probably a lot of trade-ins.

The other odd thing was that Chevrolet didn't finance his inventory, nor did any bank.

He paid Chevrolet for everything up front, and so could pick-and-choose what he got.

[JohnnyReb]

Nine football field-lengths of old cars, lined up frontwise, not lengthwise.

The guy, when he took a car for a trade-in, usually didn't bother trying to re-sell it, instead just having it towed out to his farm.  He was in business 1946-1996, so there were probably a lot of trade-ins.

The other odd thing was that Chevrolet didn't finance his inventory, nor did any bank.

He paid Chevrolet for everything up front, and so could pick-and-choose what he got.

I read about this sale a couple of months ago. Sounded like it was going to be a humdinger and from what you have described...YES!

[GOBUCKS]

Nine football field-lengths of old cars, lined up frontwise, not lengthwise.

Now that would be a bad place for a Nebraska hailstorm.

[obumazombie]

Now that would be a bad place for a Nebraska hailstorm.

Or a trailer park.

[franksolich]

Now that would be a bad place for a Nebraska hailstorm.

Last night, Wednesday night, the guy from Alabama who's camping here for the sale and I went back to Pierce to look at things.  It's a carnival there, in normally laid back, mellow, peaceful Pierce, population circa 1,600.

Taking advantage of the situation--and who can blame them?--just about everythings's for sale in Pierce, excepting sex and after midnight, alcohol.  Hastily set up concession stands vending everything from cotton candy to hot dogs.  Even the grocery store's selling camping equipment, and the photography studio, firewood.  Every third or fourth private residence is an impromtu bed-and-breakfast. 

Outsiders seem confused by the alcohol laws, but of course they make perfect sense.  It can be sold only between 6 a.m. and midnight, and consumption's permitted only in the establishments where it's bought, or on private property.  Drinking on the sidewalks, out on the streets, in the parks, whatever, is a definite no-no, and if one curses a cop, there's a public indecency charge tagged on--from all the fines collected from people who when in Rome don't do as the Romans do, I'm sure Pierce is going to be able to halve their property taxes and put up a brand-new Olympics-grade swimming pool.

There's even a couple of faux trolley cars from Omaha, usually loaded to the gills, taking people around showing them the sights--the county courthouse, the high school, the football field, the city library, the fish-and-bait shop, the soccer field, the tennis courts, the country club, &c., &c., &c.

One can't inspect the motor vehicles until Friday, but for the meantime one can drive down the road and glance at them from afar.  Given the road and the terrain, it looks as if a line of cars stretching forever to the horizon.

I'm not a resident of the town or the county, but I must say the decent and civilized people of Pierce (incidentally, the reddest part of this red state; this is real red) are making the rest of we Nebraskans look good, with their most-excellent hospitality and entrepreneurship.

I'll bet the brain-damaged primitive wishes he could be here, but of course he screwed up all chances for that by bad-mouthing his employers and fellow co-workers, and libeling "freepers," saying we don't count.

[njpines]

I have no doubt that a decent and civilized person in South Jersey bears no resemblance to the swarming, squirming, steaming hordes of vermin on the west bank of the Hudson.

The Russian In The Woods episode, in the Pine Barrens, was beautiful, as was the wilderness where Silvio shot Adriana.

Unfortunately, New Jersey is just like New York, where millions of deadbeats in one corner of the state ruin the whole thing.

Actually that episode was filmed in NY state; I don't know where the Silvio/Adriana episode was filmed.  If you watched the first season of Boardwalk Empire where the shootout occurs with Jimmy Darmody in the woods (and you see the sign "Welcome to Hammonton, NJ, Blueberry Capital of the World"), that's in the Pine Barrens, and we're very red down here. We're only blue during blueberry season!

[franksolich]

Or a trailer park.

I forgot to mention something else; I was distracted.

The funny thing about Pierce is that it's the largest city in Nebraska (population 1,600) without a restaurant, not even a fast-food joint.  Apparently there's never been a demand for one.  If one needs chow in Pierce, there's those boiled eggs kept in jars of colored water at the bars, and there's pizza-by-the-slice at the two convenience stores.

If one wishes to dine on exqusite cuisine, one has to go fifteen miles northwest to Pierce's sister city in Pierce County, Plainview, population 1,500, where there's lots of places for fine dining, or down into the big city circa 30 miles south.

Pierce is the county seat, but Plainview is where the dining's at.....and the motels.....and the hospital, if one needs one.  They even have a bowling alley in Plainview, bigger and more popular and more modern than the one in the big city.

I point this out because nobody noticed these things until half of Hollywood was here last summer, making a film, Nebraska, scheduled to come out, I guess, this November.  They'd planned to do much of the filming in Pierce and the big city, but then finding Plainview had all the comforts of life at their fingertips, did it in Plainview instead.

However, not to disparage Pierce; no way.  Pierce is a nice town, full of decent and civilized people.

And it boasts the finest outdoor camping, fishing, and hunting alongside the Elkhorn River, only one other, much smaller, location excepted. 

[AllosaursRus]

It will take the fishing 2 years to recover from the degenerates invading their county! Hell, we still haven't recovered from the HollyWierd types coming up hear and taking advantage of our hospitality. Hunting, fishing, boating, skiing. None of it has come back since they started treating this place like a vacation spot akin to Aspen.

I can't stand people from Kalifornica, can ya tell?

[JohnnyReb]

It will take the fishing 2 years to recover from the degenerates invading their county! Hell, we still haven't recovered from the HollyWierd types coming up hear and taking advantage of our hospitality. Hunting, fishing, boating, skiing. None of it has come back since they started treating this place like a vacation spot akin to Aspen.

I can't stand people from Kalifornica, can ya tell?

It's the same every where....the save the earth crowd acting like dogs spoiling someone else's yard. We should all go shit in their yard and see how they like that.

[franksolich]

It's the same every where....the save the earth crowd acting like dogs spoiling someone else's yard. We should all go shit in their yard and see how they like that.

This is just anecdotal, and based upon license-plate origins, but as of this afternoon, it appears there's more non-Nebraskans in northeastern Nebraska, than we natives.

Of course, the population's so sparse that all of us could fit into the brain-damaged primitive's town over there in northern New Jersey, but still--

The business partner and I noticed two new phenomenons today.

One is that people who had old vehicles stored or stashed in a shed or the backyard or under a tree, apparently are now very interested in getting rid of their junk.  Along the highways to Pierce, one sees plenty of spots where there's half a dozen or so vehicles, usually from the 1950s and 1960s, and in all conditions, from utterly decrepit to fully restored, bearing big FOR SALE signs.

There's lots of that, and they weren't there before.  They just popped up.

And on the roads themselves, there's lots and lots of vehicles from the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s running around, their owners apparently just wanting to show them off to our visitors.

This place is starting to look like Cuba.

To me, a car is a car is a car, and especially if it's not running, I got no interest in it.  But the business partner of course derives some of his income (something with which I'm not connected) from selling motor vehicles, and so is rather more interested in such things.

While I was driving he kept poking me, pointing out that this was a 1958 something or that was a 1947 something or this other thing was a 1961 something.  Ho-hum.

I actually had to stop one time, because he wanted to look over the carcass of a late 1950s Ford Edward or whatever they were called; a short-lived model.  I pointed out it obviously wasn't in running condition, but he wanted to inspect it anyway.

[BattleHymn]

One is that people who had old vehicles stored or stashed in a shed or the backyard or under a tree, apparently are now very interested in getting rid of their junk.  Along the highways to Pierce, one sees plenty of spots where there's half a dozen or so vehicles, usually from the 1950s and 1960s, and in all conditions, from utterly decrepit to fully restored, bearing big FOR SALE signs.

There's lots of that, and they weren't there before.  They just popped up.

And on the roads themselves, there's lots and lots of vehicles from the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s running around, their owners apparently just wanting to show them off to our visitors.

This place is starting to look like Cuba.

The same thing happens around here each year when the Street Machine Nationals come to town.  All sorts of cars come crawling out of the woodwork, from all directions.  Last year, the guy two houses down from me plopped a beautiful early 50s Beetle on his lawn for sale that weekend.  I never had the foggiest idea he even had it.  I guess I mind my own business too much.

Have you always had an indifference to automobiles?  I seem to recall that you do enjoy trains, though.   

[franksolich]

Have you always had an indifference to automobiles?  I seem to recall that you do enjoy trains, though. 

Trains are great.  Or rather, were great, before Amtrak.

But yeah, cars never rowed my boat, rocked my chair, pushed my buttons.  I'm not sure why, but a good guess would be that the older brothers were heavily into them, and I strove to be as unlike them as much as possible (a good thing too, because they all turned out hippies and liberals).

One time when I was wandering around the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants, a member of the local constabulary was taking me around in his car, showing me the sights.

<<<was always given the royal treatment by people who'd never seen a real-life Amerikanskiy before.

I disremember why it happened, but at one point, when we were getting back into the car after looking at something, I got preoccupied with something else, and accidentally tore the door handle off.

The whole thing; yanked it clean out of the metal.  Just like that.  Pulled it off.

He took it with good graces, as he had a prisoner in jail he needed to punish, and thought he'd have that guy fix it.

Then he asked me if his Lada was as good as American cars.

I told him that as far as I knew, which wasn't a whole lot, yes.

[JohnnyReb]

There are 2 cars that trip my trigger....57 T-bird and a 62/3 XKE Coup.

[BattleHymn]

There are 2 cars that trip my trigger....57 T-bird and a 62/3 XKE Coup.

Looks like we have the same taste in cars. 

Speaking of which, check out this photo I just took this morning while waiting for a light to change 

[Skul]

Looks like we have the same taste in cars. 

Speaking of which, check out this photo I just took this morning while waiting for a light to change 

Nice trailer. 

[franksolich]

Anyway, the latest google pages (Thursday, September 26):

And for the sob sisters here, who think we're doing some sort of damage to the innocent victims, who learned they were harboring a viper in their bosoms:

Nope, nothing about conservativecave on those pages.

[franksolich]

Well, Hades.

I just now found out the entire old car auction's on the internet too.

Ten pages for day one, Saturday (stuff is selling on Sunday too; inspection's tomorrow, Friday), and the motor vehicles begin on page three; what's before then is junk.

https://www.proxibid.com/asp/Catalog.asp?aid=68561&p=3&sort=0#cnTb

I can't believe some of these bids; also there's plenty of pretty pictures of old cars, if one wants to look.

[Chris_]

I can't believe some of these bids

It can get pretty ridiculous, especially for a bunch of old Chevrolets.