For years I've biked down a little alley nearby and wondered about a permanently parked, filthy and shredded old Pontiac--I think from the 1940s (split windshields stop in 1950).
I finally got my camera out and my courage up to crawl inside it today. These are some of the shots I got, while worrying I would fall through the floorboards or kneel on a mouse nest. (Click on the photos to see the car's interior wood, leather, and ivory? or bakelite trimming better.)