Kevin's Rust in Peace
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A while back I was doing some steel strolling across a pasture in western Kansas when I walked upon this really nice grill and front fenders from 1930's Chevrolet.
When you find a piece like this out in the middle of nowhere all by itself, you have to ask yourself, why is this here and where is the rest of it.
It is nearly impossible to find a nice grill, but no car to go with it.
Usually the grill is the first thing a rusty robber will grab or at least the owner will have used it somewhere over the years for something.
If I was the kind of guy to pick one up, this would have been it, as it was just setting there with the fenders, not bolted to anything.
Since I would never do that, it is still there and I am sure it will be where it is at for a long time.
It may never serve anymore purpose than a rain or snow shelter for a passer by rabbit under one of those Detroit stamped fenders, unless there is more to this story we do not know or understand.
This front sheet metal and grill more than likely were set out in this pasture many years ago when they had absolutely no value to anyone for any reason. Or maybe there is a reason unknown by the guy that put it there years ago.
I always think about the hands that touched a piece like this the day it was manufactured in the motor city in Michigan. I think about everyone that had an association with it, when it was used as transportation, up until the day it became nothing more than a high plains tombstone for a guy like me to find all these years later and share with the world.
How do you know it is not trying to tell us something.
I know of more than one situation where people crossing the plains back in the day of wagon trains that buried family members along the way in a spot just like this, with no marker, that were found when someone all these years later dug a basement for a house or some form of a structure.
Someone had to decide one day to take this out to where it is and unload it and leave it there for some reason. There is no other parts anywhere around it to be found.
Maybe I think to much, or maybe this stainless steel pride of Chevrolet was stamped out all those years ago in Detroit to be the pride of this western Kansas prairie in the end and nothing more. RIP