Hiding in this garage is a classic that appears to be an unfinished restoration project. It is unclear how long it has occupied this spot, but this 1935 Chevrolet Master Deluxe Town Sedan deserves to be liberated and returned to its rightful place on our roads. The seller has listed the Chev here on eBay in Jay, Maine. Three bids have pushed the price to $5,100, which is below the reserve.
This 1935 Chevrolet appears to be a stalled restoration, with primer competing with its original Code 184 Black for space on the exterior. The seller describes the car as complete, suggesting that removed trim items like the front bumper are hidden inside this classic. The panels look pretty straight, but the big question is whether there are any rust issues requiring attention. The seller doesn’t mention any problems, and if that is accurate, returning this classic to its former glory could be quite straightforward. The visible trim is in good order, and the glass shows no evidence of major imperfections.
Sorry folks, but this is as close as we get to seeing this Chev’s interior. It appears to retain its original mohair upholstery, and while assessing its condition accurately is impossible, there are no signs of gaping rips or other problems. If it is intact, a deep clean may be all that is required to return it to a presentable state. There are no engine photos, although the seller confirms that this car retains its original mechanical components. Its 206.8ci “Stovebolt” six would have sent 80hp and 155 ft/lbs of torque to the road via a three-speed manual transmission, and while the figures are modest, the torque peak between 1,000 and 2,000rpm made these motors exceptionally flexible. The seller says that the only missing component is the fuel tank. Therefore, if the engine turns freely, revival might be relatively easy and inexpensive.
The seller shortchanged themself with the photos supplied in their listing, making it impossible to effectively assess the overall condition of this 1935 Chevrolet Master Deluxe Town Sedan. However, what is visible looks encouraging, and its unmolested state makes it a prime candidate for a faithful restoration. I believe that better images may have produced a more intense response from potential buyers, and if it doesn’t hit the reserve this time, they might decide to remedy the situation before making a second attempt. If the vehicle is rust-free, that would make it ideal for a rookie contemplating their first build. There is still time remaining before the hammer falls, which might allow people to contact the seller to request better shots. Are you tempted to do that?
I’d comment if I could see what is for sale here.
It appears that it does have at least one tire.
agreed
Is the 2×4 helping hold the roof up? Is that another vehicle next to it, possibly a pickup?
Ads like this make me wonder what the story behind the vehicle for sale really is. Elderly owner who isn’t able to move it to a better spot for photos? Someone who has a spouse who wants it gone and the other half grudgingly complies with the least possible effort? Obviously anyone who has serious interest in this car will have to conduct an on site inspection. We all have seen much worse for more money here on BF so making a road trip might be worth it. This might be a really nice project. And the satisfaction of getting this car back on the road will be worth the effort unless the inspection reveals a deal breaker. GLWTS.
Yes, get it out of the space And into the sunlight.
Suicide doors – could be cool ride. Maine’s a long way away unless you live in Main.
Front fender and radiator surround in red primer? First thing that comes to mind is a driver-side impact that required replacement of these body parts. But it’s all guesswork. The seller needs to spend an afternoon liberating the car from the surrounding junk and pulling it outside for a series of serious pictures: Inside, outside, engine bay, trunk, and undercarriage.
Now THAT’S the way we used to find
’em! When I was in my teens, cars like this one were everywhere in almost any garage you looked in. Nine times out of ten, the car belonged to an elderly person who bought it new and wasn’t going to part with it for fear of another economic depression coming their way. And their response was: “At least I don’t have to worry about a car
payment like you young folks do.”
And they were right for the most part.
Living beyond their means was out of the question for them. And theer was the widow down the street with her late husband’s car tucked away in her
garage as a shrine to the man’s memory. I recall an old lady in our
neighborhood that had a late ’30s
Packard 120 sedan that she and her
husband bought new. Was down there mowing her lawn when I first saw it in ’68. For the most part, it was
kept in the garage and under cover.
She always made lunch for me when
I’d go there to cut the grass for her and man was she a great cook! After
lunch that day, she said she wanted to show me something. We walk out
to the garage, and she gently pulled the tarp back to reveal the Packard.
Folks, that thing was huge! It was dark blue with dual side mounted spare tires, driving lamps, and a gorgeous grey mohair interior. She
opened the garage door got in and
cranked it up. That car ran as smooth
as fresh churned butter and ran whisper quiet. She asked if I could come by and start it twice a week and
I said “You bet I would!”. I’d come by
every Wednesday and Saturday to
start the car and check the oil and water and make sure the tires were
aired up right. I last saw the car in 1970 after I came home from my first road trip. The old lady had passed away a few days before I got home
and when I got there, her family was
going through her estate so I asked
her daughter if I could start the car
one more time. She said I could so I
slid behind the wheel, pushed the clutch in, and fired it up. I still got to
see the car from time to time as a policeman friend of ours bought it for
$1,500 and drive it a few years before
Selling it on in 1972. Sometimes you
just don’t know what you might find
When you looked in someone’s garage.