Growing up in Upstate New York, reader Tim S remembers riding his bike along the railroad tracks near his home. One day while riding with some friends, he spotted several Corvettes parked in a field. At the time, they were still fairly new looking cars and he can only assume they must have been wrecked and not abandoned. A few years later he got a job at a shop just down the road from this Corvette graveyard and all the cars were still there like they had been when he was a boy. Time went by and he forgot about these Vettes, but he just recently had a run in with them once again.
Cars, especially sports cars, have a way of impacting our lives and for those of us that have had a love for them from childhood they tend to bring back fond memories of our younger years. Work and a family may have taken priority in Tim’s life and the thought of this field might have faded to the back of his memory, but he hadn’t completely forgotten about them. He recently had the chance to take his son on a bike ride down the old train tracks, of course they have since been converted into bicycle trails. As they were riding along, Tim shared his memories of riding along those tracks when he was a boy. As they approached the old field he began to tell his son about the first time he spotted the field of old cars.
He had assumed that by now the cars would be long gone, but as they were talking about his memories of looking at these American sports cars, they spotted what appeared to be the graveyard. Sure enough, all the cars were as he remembered, albeit aged from years of neglect and overgrowth. We can only imagine how it must have felt for Tim to not only relive this childhood memory, but also be able to share it with his son. It sounds as if he has always been curious to know the full story of this graveyard, so if any of you in the Upstate New York area recognize it and know more, please feel free to share! Our thanks to Tim for sharing this story with us and we hope his son will carry on the love for automobiles! Tales like this bring back some good memories of hunting for old steel with our own father!