What is it they say? Someones junk is someone else's treasure. I think this is a treasure. The fun I used to have playing in my Uncle Harley's old junked cars when I was a kid visiting the farm in the summer. This is a treasure to any child and some not so grown up children too. I can see it clearly at my dream camp site where a permanent camp site is made with wild flowers growing around it and the woods shading it. Oh yah, this is a treasure!