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Our lowrider club presidents father in law has something like that out here in Langley. We affectionately call it the Car Farm. From a distance it looks like horse barns, some people have speculated chicken barns etc. There's about 150 or so cars in there. Everything from piles of rust to fully restored classics. It's split up in 3 sections, along the back of the barn outside is the "Junkers", we can rape those cars for parts for whatever project you're doing, he charges from $5 to $20 depending on the size of the part and what it is. He's never charged more than 20 though that we know of. Then he's got the "s*** Side" which is one step up from the junkers, but you rape those for parts, you'll probably get tortured and then fed to Zac, the rottie. Included in that side is a few hemi powered Mopars, incl. at least 2 Charger RT's, 2 Cuda's and I think a Challenger RT and then plenty of other non hemi Mopars and GM's, Fords, Fargo, a wackload of other stuff. Some are stored there but for the most part they all to him.

Then on the other side are the fully restored cars. You could eat off the floor in that barn. There's a sign just inside the door that says "Do not touch unless you're naked or you own it." It is amazing to walk into that barn. My first time was like my first time seeing real boobs. I just stared and smiled. I spent 2 hrs checking out the cars walking around with him. He asked what my favourite would be. I said it would have to be the black Camaro with the white racing stripes. He asked what year it was and I told him it was a '68 as it had no vent windows and rectangular mirrors instead of round like the 67 and didn't have the body lines of the 69, then I walked to the back and pointed out that the rear bumper didn't have the short guards that the 67 and 69 both had. He kinda huffed and said "You know you're Camaros" and walked away, we kinda lingered around for a bit. He came back in and called me, I turned around to see keys flying at my head. "Take me for a spin." I was once again reduced to being like a little schoolboy looking at my first pair of boobs, actually more like my first time touching boobs. I almost started drooling. That was the best drive I've ever taken, nervous as f***, but man was it ever fun. He's lent it to me on 2 other occasions and I got to drive it to a car show for him.