She's just a mere shell of her former self. And I mean shell. All that's left, as she sits along side Rt. 202, is her frame, no interior, no motor. As the double negative would read, no nothing! In this day and age of restoration projects, someone, with a lot more skill in the area then I, will lug this piece of junk home and almost magically turn it into a gem. In the reality TV world, there's a show that is all about doing just this. Take a scrapper off the junk pile, turn it into a show stopper, take to a car auction and make some dough. I get a kick out of reality shows these days. Reality? What a misnomer! Anything but. They are ALL as far away from the real living I'm doing as you can get, but they sell. Bottomline, they must make money. I help a couple make just that, I guess. If I told you I watch the Housewives of NYC, would you believe me? I have utter disdain for them all. However, like a good car wreck, I can't take my eyes away. "Is anybody hurt?" "Yes, they all are!"