A friend of mine recently showed me a picture from the inside of a local garage. Under the dust lives a 1955 Chevy Convertible that has not been outside in decades. I have so much need for this car that it makes me sick to my stomach. I’d love to buff it out, clearcoat the patina, install a modern fuel injected engine & brakes, and drive it as is. It would look magical parked next to my 64 Impala convertible. For now, this beauty will continue to rest, tucked away from the elements, waiting. Barn finds – They are still out there folks.