When I was a young tyke there was a DeSoto dealer near my house. There was a brick building on the highway and behind it an old barn with a neon star on it. When DeSoto went under they closed the dealership and it turned into an Airstream trailer dealership. But down under the barn were 10 or 15 DeSotos from the 40s and 50s that they just abandoned. And there were fenders, hoods, etc hanging from the barn beams. We'd sneak in from time to time and look around. Unfortunately by the time I realized they might be worth something the barn had caved in burying everything. All I rescued was a rusty DeSoto hubcap like the one below...it's hanging in my garage. As an aside, when they'd put new tires on the cars they'd just roll the old ones out the back door, down a steep hillside. We'd take all afternoon rolling them back up and then let then go again. It would take several minutes for them to reach the bottom mowing over young trees on the way. Life was good.
Father had a brand new 57 Desoto 2 door hardtop. I borrowed it one night and was taking a girl home after a country dance party. There had been lots of wind that day and into the night. As I came to an intersection in the country just before the girls home, there were a bunch of barricades almost blocking the road. I pulled around them and proceeded to the girls house. Pulled in, parked and played smacky -mouth for a few minutes. She got out , went into her house and I backed out and started down the road in the opposite direction from which I had come. I took my eyes off the road for a bit and was looking for my cigs, which were somewhere in the car. Next thing I knew, I had run the Desoto into a huge, fallen Eucalyptus tree and completely up off the road about 5 feet! I opened the door and fell down into the foliage, fought my way out of the limbs and tried to figure out my next move. Well, I walked back to the girls house and her dad said that he would get his tractor and pull me off the tree. He did and I proceeded to drive the ten miles or so to my dads house. Hitting the tree had really screwed up the alignment and as I drove along, the left front tire was making a loud screeching noise! About a mile before I got to my dads house, the left front wheel pulled right off over the lug nuts and passed me as I slowed down. I kept going and pulled into our driveway and surveyed the damage, which seemed to be considerable! Don't know how much it cost to fix that beautiful Desoto, but needless to say---I was never allowed to borrow a family car again!