In 1973 I was living in Portland , Or. My brother in-law and I were building cars in his driveway and hoping to sell them for more then we had in them. At the time the city was doing a big push to get people to remove old vehicles from their yards , so we were able to by quite a few cheap and even got paid to haul some off. We would first see if it was possible to get them running to sell or junk them if not. one day I needed to run over to the town of Beaverton to pick up some parts we had ordered. I decided to take the scenic route through the hills instead of the freeway. the scenic route cut off about 5 miles. I saw a yard sale sign at a house along the way and decided that I would stop on the way back. When I got to the parts house I found out all the parts didn't arrive yet, they said come back tomorrow. so on the way back I stopped at the yard sale to see if there was anything I couldn't live without. The young lady and man having the sale told me that his aunt had died and he had inherited her property and stuff. All I was seeing was old lady stuff and nothing I could use. I asked if she had a car and was told that they had moved it out back because they couldn't get it to start and was going to sell it for junk next week. I asked if Io could see it, so they took me around the back and there was a 1960 Impala Convertible. I looked at it and asked what the wanted for it. First they said that the had just put a 39.99 Sears battery in it and would I want that too. I told them sure I 'll by the battery too. I got me a Brown 1960 Impala Convertible for $50.00. A litte tune up and fresh gas I drove it home. My girlfriend loved it.