PCH, England's Dreaming Edition: Triumph or Rolls-Royce?

Most folks who watch Faster Pussycat! Kill, Kill! come away with the impression that Tura Satana's Porsche 356 was the most badass of the murderous pack-o-women's stable of vehicles. But don't overlook Lori Williams' Triumph! Imagine blasting across the desert like a Russ Meyer-esque dangerous outcast in your very own 50s Triumph... say, this 1959 TR3 (go here if the ad disappears), for example. The seller, Mike, is a man who doesn't believe in sucking all the oxygen out of the air with useless discussion (instead, he saves oxygen for vigorous union with iron atoms in the floor of his Triumph); the sum total of the car's description is as follows: "Mostly complete, California car, rust in floors, hard to find classic." It looks like it's been exposed to the elements for a while, so you figure there's some interior work to be done in addition to the rust repair and the inevitable battles against electrical woes, but who cares? Imagine this thing with the body in nice shape and a crazy twin-cam Japanese engine under the hood! Thanks (and a Project Car Hell Tipster T-shirt) to Jonee for the tip; Jonee gets his shirt the hard way, by submitting single cars for two different PCHs.

What's even cooler than a taut little British sports car? A stately British luxury car, of course! A car you can enter while wearing a top hat. A car that floats along the pavement like an ocean liner, oblivious to the quotidian woes that beset one's social inferiors. A car with an electrical system by Joe Lucas. Yes, we're talking Rolls-Royce here; in fact, we're talking about a 1980 Rolls-Royce with a bid price of 100 bucks! OK, skeptics, point out that the reserve price hasn't been met, but we bet the seller will be open-minded about any offer in the three-digit range. After all, this car has a few minor issues. Such as: It doesn't run. The right front body is crunched (though the blurry, uncentered photographs make it tough to ascertain the extent of the damage). And, as is so often the case, there's no title. All those drawbacks mean nothing, however, next to the glory of owning your own Roller! Thanks (and a half-credit towards a Project Car Hell Tipster T-shirt) to BananaDoc for the tip!