Worldkustom 2015 June English | Page 18

The year is 1966. Lennart Moller, a truck driver in Härnösand, deregister his 1956 Pontiac Pathfinder. The ten year old north Sweden car was getting rusty and was done. It passed the inspection last year, but you never know what those blue-gray old men with shiny badges and army caps can find on it. In addition, the wife drove into the gate post with it. The hood and bumper got a ding in the front.

Lennart starts the original truck six and puts it in first gear one last time. He takes it around the back of the house , down the slope and behind a barn as far as possible. He revs up a little and turns the key for the last time and the motor will never start again. Soon, he stands at the front of the farm where the new car’s shiny paint catches the sun. He likes what he sees. No old scrap around.

License plate tagged car BD27437 dies September 1, 1966 when it is deleted from the register of reserves equal twentieth paragraph, paragraph 4, the Highway law regalement. The years come and go and alder forest behind the house rises. In the winter, the car is covered with snow and in the summer it’s drown in the foliage.

Frame rails and floor softens as the Pontiac drops in the moss. Little boys throwing stones through windows and break away badges and strips. The ceiling rot and fall down. Rumors circles around about the car among the car guys of town but … it’s just a Canadian four door with a six that also sits hopelessly overgrown.

a six that also sits hopelessly overgrown.

1975. New litters of motoring enthusiasts matures, however, every year. Fresh moped riders go on voyages of discovery when the snow melts. Anders older brother told him about the ingrown Pontiac and Anders “Billa” Billström encouraged the older Caj-Åke Hägglund to drive him in his red Volvo Amazon. In the car is also Lasse Andersson and Benka Olofsson. The quartet found the car and the happiness is complete. They sit in it and look around.

-This we’ll wash off and go cruzin for girls in the fall, says Caj-Åke.

Well Caj-Åke is not known as a great mechanic in town but Lasse Andersson can weld and Billa has a garage. Lasse nods and from there it is no turning back.

-I Will pull the Pontiac home, says Billa at the dinner table that night.

All shakes their heads at the lost moped rider with the hair on the shoulders except the father who calmly sucks on his pipe.