Probably a waste of time, but after work I am going to strategically drive side streets through
certain areas on my way home in hopes of tagging two new cars I discovered, if I can find them. They
come and go. One sits in a front yard of someone's house in Chatsworth. It is an 86 LeBaron TC Wagon.
I am going to go up to a mailbox and put the flier in it. No desire to do a personal confrontation at the front
door like the last time when the woman chewed me out and stood four feet away from the door like I was a
threat even though it was broad day light. I am not really a good salesman, yet I did get 3 permanent
members inthe club by actually meeting them in parking lots. Did meet a nice lady at the front door near where I live with a LeBaron who I have known in passing for years. I am playing this move carefully and hoping I can get one more member for the roadtrip. This same strategy I employed last night led me to discover the 83 LeBaron Coupe is still alive and I ended up running into 3 living 1980s Chevy Cavis driving around at night, but not in the day. Mysteriously, a mint 80s Cavy Wagon has popped up alive parked not far from my office. Old cars are so scarce, scattered, and mysterious. They only show up in certain places and certain times of the day. I saw about 10-15 80s cars driving around the streets on my way home last night.