1960 Cadillac NO RESERVE chop top zombie Rat Rod Psychobilly rust bucket

1960 Cadillac Series 62 Additional Info:

I had a vision to resurrect this 1960 Cadillac into a killer rat rod, but it's time for someone else to finish it. She starts, runs, drives and stops in the most basic sense. My neighbors here in Lame-ville are afraid of it, trees cry when they see it coming, and loose women follow me home whenever I drive it, so be warned. I worked hard to save her from the scrap heap, and hope someone has the proverbial chest hair to keep her on the road where she belongs.
Make no mistake, this ride is held together by rust, rot, and good intentions. She was born a 6 window sedan, then some knucklehead hacked the roof off, so she's a hillbilly convertible now. The body is beat up with not a single straight panel, but plenty of jagged metal to rip your clothes and remind you to get a tetanus shot. Windshield frame is bent, and the windshield is held in by a couple tubes of silicone and prayers. Floor pans are ventilated (rust thru), trunk opens with a screwdriver, but boy those doors close with a perfect click. Trunk is big enough for 3 bodies, or your 'huevos' if you're bold enough to master this beast. Once you hop in, you sit on bench seats that are a mixture of crumbled foam, cardboard, cheap blankets and duct tape. I haven't had any springs come thru and poke me, but I would take it as a compliment from this car.
Turn the key, and she does the one thing shes good at - roar to life like a grizzly bear with asthma. Under the ugly hood is an equally ugly Cadillac 390 V8, that - swear to God - is one of the smoothest running mills I've heard, which is kinda loud thru the rotted out exhaust. Haven't seen a single drip in my driveway, and 74k on odometer. Not entirely sure if any of the dash gauges work but educated guessing usually does the trick. The gas gauge used to work before I tore a hole in the gas tank. Now she's running off an old apple juice container filled with gas, rigged up under the hood, so don't drink any of that.
With that big iron V8 rumbling away, you can drop her in gear and probably drive around. Transmission has a bit of slip, but she goes forward and back when you tell her to, no guarantees how fast though...depends how much life insurance you have. The hydraulic hoses and wheel cylinders were replaced for your protection, brake fluid flushed, so she stops most of the time. She pulls to the right, for kind of an automatic evasive maneuver in case traffic in front of you stops short. If you show fear, the car wont respect you. Parking brake works well though, if you're into that kind of thing. Power steering is good, tires are mismatched but seem to hold air, and tail/brake lights are functional. One headlight works but it's not aimed anywhere very helpful. She has a clear title, lived one hell of a life by the looks of it, has probably seen bigfoot, and with your help could have a few glory years left ahead.
You might be thinking she could make a good parts car, but believe me there isn't a decent part anywhere on her, and if you try and part her out, you will probably be cursed to wear Hawaiian shirts for the rest of your life. That's why I wanted to make the nastiest, wickedest psychobilly rat rod out of her. Get her a gas tank, dial in the brakes, sacrifice some small animals to please the transmission gods, and you should be in business! Questions welcome, but if you gotta ask me if the clock works, this ain't the car for you. Patina.
Here's the fine print: Car is represented to the best of my ability, sold as-is, where-is. Non-refundable deposit of $100 must be payed within 24 hours of auction close, and car must be paid for in full within 3 days of auction close. Shipping is buyers responsibility, and car must be picked up within 3 weeks of auction close unless other arrangements agreed upon. Happy to work with you, as long as its reasonable, this is just because I've been burned before. Car also advertised for sale locally, this listing may be removed at any time.