You’re Never Too Late To File A Lawsuit

[chromebumpers]

I’m mentioning names because there are a few members that live in the area and may read this.

The place: Wister Rd., Levittown, PA, a mile from the Lower Bucks County Votech school and about 4 miles from the historic “Langhorne Speedway”

The time frame: The 1960s and 1970s.

The subject: Muskats, a junkyard a couple miles from my home I grew up in, housed parts for a Philadelphia parts supplier. They ouse to say they couldn’t sell to anybody from that location. I believe in retrospect, that it was a haven for Philadelphia chop shops.

I was always intrigued by this yard. Bordered by a creek down a deep slope, woods behind a civil defense contractor (Morton Thiokol) and a dense housing development across the street and fenced in by a chain link fence.
I use to sneak under the fence and into the yard just take in the sights. I didn’t know it then, looking at the junk that someday could make someone millions. The dozens of Hemi elephant motors, isles of ‘Cudas, GTX, Challenger’s and Chargers. SS Chevelles, American Motors’ AMX - Rambler Scramblers, Camaros by the dozens. All surrounded by endless lines of everyday common cars and trucks. A buddy of mine was sneaking parts out whenever possible building his 62 Hemi powered AC Bristol. I had a 67 442 was neutered from the first oil embargo of 1973. Ravaged of its 4 barrel carb and manifold, and void of everything that Identified it as a 442, I took my chances and muscled my way out with all I needed.

Steve, our mutual friend, lived with his parents in a lone house at the lower end of road where the creek passed under. A small part of his yard ran along side of the junk yard line. After a particularly hard storm, one of the junkyard cars slid down the ravine and stopped at the creek (on Steve’s side). The junkyard guys didn’t want any part of the claim. It was four of us, took all week wrenching all the parts off. Front clip first, motor and interior. Finally somebody had a half dozen block and tackles found in the old hay barn. We struggled until we figured out how to use it all with the trees and pull out the remaining car.

It wasn’t for another year before Steve finally figured out what the foreign piece of junk was. We had cannibalized bits and pieces, Steve kept the car to hopefully convert into something - we never discussed. I kept the neat rollup pouch of tools and thought to myself, “This wasn’t worth a week of blisters and cuts!”
As it turned out the car was a 1962 Ferrari GT 250. A police check revealed a filed complaint that Muskat’s towed the car off the Langhorn Speedway in 1972 for a breakdown and held it for unpaid storage. The owner filed a complaint. The end.

I just was served yesterday for a “notice to appear.” Apparently I was tracked down after all these years, my old friend thinks I have the tool pouch and papers for this old car and claims it’s his and must surrender all.

This is from 45 years ago. From what I found out, this original stuff is worth a mind blowing $100,000 plus.
I’m not a difficult person to find, a simple Google search of my name brings up anything you want to know and that has been around since I first checked way back in 2002. I’ll keep you apprised for what happens next.

 

[chromebumpers]

It wasn’t long afterward, like around the early 1980’s there were tractor trailers brought it to the junk yard along with a crusher and crane. All the metals were sold as scrap and they tore down the old house on the property. Soon after a builder came in and built a hundred or so budget end houses. By 1986 you couldn’t ever guess something as a junkyard was there.

 

[rlphvac]

Sounds to me that Steve's a low life and is jealous that you have earned things throughout your life and Steve is still living in his parents basement

 

[chromebumpers]

Lol! He might be. I understand he hasn’t worked in years and inherited his parents house. He also rents out all the bedrooms for $80/week with kitchen privileges.

His whole family were criminals of one sort or another. I remember fat Debbie, his older sister. She worked in a department store. On certain nights when Debbie worked, you could literally walk in, pick up something from the automotive department and take it to her when she was at the customer service desk and she would ring it up as a return without a receipt and hand you cash.
She would throw stuff out the rear door by the dumpster and after work drive her car around back and load up a bicycle, a car stereo box set or even a big trash bag loaded with anything you could think of. What she didn’t need she would use the store’s bag and someone would return it and split the cash.

The father drove a truck for Pizza Hut. They never had any shortage of bags salad fixings, and anything else you can imagine. Older brother worked at US Steel. He would fill the trunk of his car with bundles of work gloves, hand tools, work protective gear, whatever wasn’t nailed down.
I think the mother was your run of the mill shoplifter, just my thoughts. I was around when she came home after one of her shopping trips and she was grinning from ear to ear happy.

I wasn’t any angel back then, but I had no desire to be mixed in with that family. I just faded away and would waive at a distance towards the end of HS.

As for today, my insurance company provides me an attorney under the provisions of my umbrella insurance for cases such as this. I don’t believe there is grounds for a case but I think the insurance company will settle out of court non the less.