Today was a wonderful day to run my New Yorker up the back roads of FL to the sleepy village of Hilliard to check this Polara. It had seen better days in the past. Yes, it had rust in all the usual places, no brakes, and the inside smelled like a gym locker after someone forgot their sweaty clothes for 3-4 weeks (or months, or years). On the brighter side, if you could call it that, some of the bright trim looked good, the engine turns over, and the A/C was holding a good charge. Not a restoration project, but a parts car. Maybe some day someone will need some window regulators or iron for their yard. Think of me.