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Youngtimer junkyard: Forgotten everyday heroes

Frank Herzog
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C afé Milano has seen better days. Beautiful property, Tyrolean balcony, facade decorated with shell limestone. In the past, guests sat under large parasols in summer. Coffee and cake for visitors to the well-known Upper Bavarian health resort. Outside only pots.

Nonviolent destruction of 60 cars

Today, Café Milano no longer satisfies the longing for Italy more mature semester. Today this overgrown area is a moss-covered, species-rich sheet metal biotope, an unwanted research institute for decay, a memorial to transience. The bizarre experiment has been going on here for decades about how much time it takes to destroy almost 60 cars non-violently - simply by rain, snow and sun, year in, year out.

Ernst H., the owner of the café Milano, at some point began to bunker cars on his property, those that were due for inspection, those in need of repair, those that were suddenly worthless without a catalytic converter. Its Mercedes share is high: the middle class 123 and S-Class 116 are available in all colors, from oriental red to china blue. 3 Series BMWs of the first E21 series also have a high population, which even the theft of parts and vandalism could not do much.

Rescue difficult

Sometimes the eye falls on rarities like Opel Senator, Ford Capri 2.3 S or Audi 200 5E, when the sun flashes in a chrome strip or an exterior mirror. The lacquer and glass have long ceased to shine - icon gold, topaz brown and magnetite blue have faded and covered with an olive-colored moss veil.

Broken window panes let water seep into the upholstery, bright sunlight bleached them. Leather steering wheels shimmer green. The cars remain anonymous, no DIN number plate and no TÜV stamp that has expired for ages reveals their origin.

They are not sleeping beauties, rather forgotten heroes of everyday life. Over in the crystal green '81 Ford Taunus there is still a puffy annual calendar from 1993, on the Ascona B there is still a shadowy Esso tiger emblazoned. Let's not kid ourselves, velor and bodies are hopelessly over. The engine, transmission and axles could still be used. But leave them alone, the doomed. Until one day they have to make way for a construction project in a prime location.

Nine years ago, I drove the Taunus on a trial basis. Ernst H. and I did not meetSome. He stayed that way until today. I could have saved at least one.

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