The jazz musician opened the hasp on the derelict garage. As the the lightpenetrated the dingy basement awhoosh of dustexited the old door. Inside the dimlylit cellar 2 old cars sat forlornly awaiting attention. They had belonged to a master mechanic who had agedbeyond the time frame of completing them. With a heavy sigh the 5 of us began to empty the garage and air up tires. The cars rolled easily as theyhadn't been exposed to theelements in decades. Onto the flatbed they went and the whole neighborhood descended on the prime property in adesperate land grab. We were out of there in a cloud of French dust. This 504 coughed to life and chugged a hearty chug on old diesel. Soon it began to hum. The fun ended when it was discovered the clutch master was dead. The carwon't gointo gear whilerunning. Itstarts now quite easily but the hoses are brittle and need replacing. A car like this after being off the road for so long will needattention to many little things. The rims are quite attractive and 2 have takensome hits. We needed lug nuts so there are only 3 holding the wheels in place. The seats are quitesupple and the car is in ok shape inside. The headliner is fine but Icouldn't open thesunroof.Probably because it is french and idon't understand it. French cars are cute, unctional and unorthodox, words rarely used together. This is a project. It can comeyour way with a press of the button. so BE CAREFUL!harris.