None dare call it hoarding
My friend Jen and her husband were visiting family in Arizona when they ran across… well, I’m not sure what to call it.
You know what they say about Arizona: It’s a dry heat. In the desert, rubber and plastic disintegrate in no time, but metal takes a long, long time to corrode away.
This is surely one of the largest, if not the largest, repository of dead scooters in the universe.
I pictured the owner of the place looking something like, well, what he looks like.
She said her inquiries about buying something were brushed aside, but he was eager to buy anything Jen might want to sell. She’s gonna hang on to her ’67 SS 180, thankfully.
You’ve probably noticed there’s more than scooters in the inventory.
Jen took a whole bunch more pictures. Here’s the album. You have to log into Facebook to see it.