An Autobiography of a car...

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Hello! I am a 1964 Dodge 330 4-door sedan, VIN 4142216364, my name is
The Goldeneagle. This site was created by my owner Wendy C. Allen of
Old Orchard Beach, Maine, to save my life.

I am the main character of the original Twighlight Manor book, and a
major supporting character of more that 30 other books and short
stories by Maine author Wendy C. Allen.

I started out in life as a silver undercover Police car in Maine. In
1975 I retired from my job as a police car and was sent to Marcot
Motors of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where I was painted gold by some
fool with a paintbrush. He totally ruined my lovely silver paint job
and left me streaked with brush lines. I was only there a few months
before I was bought by the Allen family, who sanded me down and
painted a lovely shade of metallic orange.

I remained the faithful family chauffer for the next ten years.
Together we drove on many road trips throughout the Northeast. In
1978, I took them to New York where we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge
during its major repair construction. That same year we went to
Washington D.C. I took the Allen family to Arcadia in Bar Harbor to
see The Thunder Hole in 1981. Every year I drove them to New Hampshire
where we visited The Old Man on the Mountain and Story Land and The
Swift River. Three times I climbed Mt. Washington.

I've brought home puppies and baby chickens. I waited in hospital
parking lots and veterinary clinics. I remained forever and always a
faithful friend. The only friend who was always there, steadfast and
unmovable, silent and unjudgmental. My red plush seats always there
like a shoulder to cry on when no one else would lend and ear or a
shoulder. I alone remained to one true friend, the only friend to the
child who loved me and defend me when no one else would put up with my
breakdowns and failures.

Over the years I grew old and tired, my engine weak and my
transmission failing. My last trip was a desperate trip to the
hospital, one dark and stormy night in 1985 when a hurricane flooded
the town, sending the Atlantic Ocean over the Pier and up Maine
Street. My last trip came when the Old Orchard Beach ambulances
couldn't ride faster than my Mopar engine and Mrs. Allen had to be
rushed to the hospital at 3AM. We speed through Old Orchard faster
than ever before, through hurricane floods that went higher than my
door panels seeping water into my interior and flooding my floors,
filling my transmission and engine with icy salt water, we made it to
the hospital with Mrs. Allen, but I did not make it back home on my
own and was towed home by a friend's little VW Rabbit.

In spite of my loyalty, with a dead transmission and an engine full of
salt, I was useless, and parked in the yard, put up for sale for
junk.

I was rescued from a trip to the junkyard in 1985 by 9 year old, Wendy
C. Allen, after my trans died. Since 1985 I have remained a decoration
on the hill in her rose garden, where she sits in my seats or on my
hood to write the stories in which I appear. Without me, she cannot
write these stories for I am the one that inspires them. I have been
happy in my life of peace and rest here in Old Orchard Beach these
past 30 years. That has now changed.

New town ordinances and zoning laws have been set in Old Orchard
Beach. As a result the police, the code enforcement officers, and the
town manager are now in attempt to see my death and destruction, with
threats of stealing me from my rightful owner and sending me to become
scrap metal in the junkyard.

This is an outrage! They well not listen to reason.

My profile now comes to you to spread the word and ask for your help
in saving my life. An entire network of websites devoted to my plight
are now in the works and links to them well be added here within the
next few hours.

Please join the protest and put an end to the Old Orchard Beach reign
of terror. Old Orchard Beach is a town not a dynasty, they have no
right to take me from my home and kill me!





PLEASE DON'T LET THEM KILL ME!!!!!

To find out more please go to:

<a href="http://www.freewebs.com/savethegoldeneagle/">http://
www.freewebs.com/savethegoldeneagle/</a>



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If you want to save it you should have it restored to running condition
or park it in a garage or a barn. Nobody wants junk cars littering up
their neighborhood.

 

Hi!

Well, I guess I'd wonder if all of this is true. It certainly makes for an
interesting story.

But...what might work better, as opposed to approaching total strangers on
the Internet with your problem, would be to raise local awareness of the
situation. If you could gain some community support for keeping your car and
make townspeople aware of the problem, you might find that the officials
will be somewhat less likely to just take it away from you. Circulate a
petition...it's cheap and easy to do if you have the time. Speak up and put
the word out if you're serious.

If all else fails, see if maybe you can arrange to store your car somewhere.
Perhaps someone you know has a garage or storage space they'd loan you for a
while. I don't think you can expect to take a car that hasn't run in 20+
years and expect to have it driveable in a matter of days. You might see if
you could just get it to run...maybe that would be enough to get everyone
off your back.

Anyway, good luck with your quest, if it is really true. I hope it works out
for the best.

William

 

Read the website. 90% of the parts - gone. Extensive lower body rust.
Her site estimates a $20K bill to restore it.

It would be cheaper to buy a running Dodge 1964 330 and take the few
remaining parts still salvagable off this car and use them on the running
Dodge.

The entire thing is preposterous and just proves that anyone with enough
time can create a website no matter how farfetched.

Ted