"Mr. Davis is marching to the beat of his own drum at all times," the judge said."
One man's junk is another man's treasure.
I used to collect pre war cars in the early 1970s after American Graffitti came out. I had a 1935 Plymouth Coupe and I was looking for body parts. In my area there were a lot of packrat junk dealers who dealt in old car parts. To find them you had to be involved with secretive collectors and you had to prove to them that you had a car and you were a serious restorer.
I got a lead on a guy in Duncan BC who owned a shed on the Island Highway and paid him a visit. He not only had rafters of body parts for my make he had gaskets, piston rings and ignition parts for every American car going back to Model T's in their original packaging.
His prices were ridiculous. $2.00 for a head gasket that would cost you $500.00 in travel expences to buy at a big US swap meet.
Today's eccentric junk dealer is tomorrow's archeologist.
Ewwww. Oh, you meant car-body parts.