It was a cold northern Ohio weekend when a co-worker of mine invited me on a rusty car spotting trip. Hitting a number of locations, be they closed dealerships, scrap yards, sales lots, or repair shops, there was just a little bit of something for everyone. To be honest, I was drawn in by the promise of decrepit Porsches, but I kept going to see rotten X1/9s and tattered TR-7s.
By the way, this article could also be subtitled “: What Ohio does to cars”
While I will let most of these photos speak for themselves, I will say that it was tremendous fun to see these things, even in their current state. The nostalgia was with us all day, and we certainly had a good time. If you are ever in the Cuyahoga Falls area, stop in, and I’ll take you on a EuroTrash Adventure with all the mystery and wonderment you could ever ask for.
If I can remember correctly, this was a 505 Turbo sedan, and it made me desire a French car worse than I ever have before. If only it were brown.
This German Capri didn’t have a lick of paint left anywhere on it. I still wanted it.
A pontoon fender Benz in this state. I nearly wept.
I absolutely would have driven this Rabbit GTi in this condition. Remove the bumpers, rattle-can it a flat sky blue color, and lower it just a little.
Always a soft spot for vintage BMWs.
Yeah, the Brat isn’t exactly European, but it had a bed cap on the back. How cool is that?
This one almost did seem drivable. Call me a girl all you want, I still lust for an early Cabriolet.
I used to have a TR-7 just like this one. It was a fixed head coupe, and it even had the crappy aftermarket lift-out style sunroof. Of course, mine had slightly less surface rust, and slightly more bass-boat metallic flake in the paint.