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  • The Valley of the Yard Sales

    The Valley of the Yard Sales

    Seems everyone these days has something to sell. After all, this is the Valley.

    Whether it’s a screenplay or a headshot, everyone’s got something under their arm.  Selling the future. That’s what all that is. But what about selling the past? Things from your past. Things from someone else’s past? Things they no longer value and you may just find inspiration in. Yard sales have been around since General George Armstrong Custer had a little tiff with the local indigenous people, then realized he should get outta the hero business.   With real estate prices through the proverbial roof as well as trending “clear out your life” rituals, yard sales are really the smart man’s high end auction house. Only without the bidding.

    From Balboa Boulevard to Vineland, it’s no big feat to see random paper notices on telephone polls touting “the biggest yard sale like ever!”, and frankly, like the screenplay that will blow Hollywood away, those tend to be disappointingly small, sparse, and no matter what time you get there, you are always greeted with “Sorry, you shoulda been here earlier…”   The best yard sales are the quiet ones. The ones that hardly advertise, but therein lies the rub. How do you find them?

     

    Driving from Beverly Glen Boulevard to San Fernando Road, we counted no less than 10 yard sales one Sunday morning. Everything from an official Navy accordion to creepy turn of the century porcelain dolls.  All you’d need to create your own Twilight Zone episode.

     

    If you and your partner are freshly moved into your little love shack up on Winnetka and need some temporary furniture, the best thing is to get up early on Sunday and a hunting we will go. “Yard Sale Treasure Map” available for download on Google Play is one way to modernize and streamline the process, but this blog cannot vouch for its efficacy. The key is to fill the tank up with gas and have plenty of cash on hand. I’ve found what works for me are more ones, then tens and twenties and never bring anything bigger than that.

    I once purchased a genuine replica 18th Century Musket I found just off Victory Boulevard for just $17.76, which I found rather ironic.

    For your money, you can find perfectly good pieces of used furniture, Persian rugs, cool promotional mugs and the odd gas mask. Most of the items are not price labeled, so you need to ask how much and once you hear they want 50 for that nifty antique love chair, come back right away with: “I love it!” Then look longingly at your partner. “We’ve been together one year today!” Turn to the yard sale person, look them right in the eye and with all deliberate seriousness, say: “Will you take 35?” Don’t even make it a question. They’ll probably say 40 and then you’re on your way.

    Okay, so maybe no bidding, but I never said anything about haggling!

    For 818 Cash for Cars, this is your car style advice guy,

    Steven Alan Green

  • CRUISING RETURNS TO VAN NUYS BLVD.

    CRUISING RETURNS TO VAN NUYS BLVD.

    Southern Californian Car Tradition Jump Starts Again

     

    In George Lucas’s 1973 classic film American Graffiti, Richard Dryfuss’ character Curt is crusin’ with Ron Howard and his girlfriend as played by Cindy Williams, when at a stop light, in a beautiful white Thunderbird, angel goddess Suzzane Somers whispers those magical words, before taking a sharp right turn. Curt is crestfallen.

    Tribal Tradition

    The magic of cruise night is a singularly original American concept. The tribal tradition of youth spending then cheap per gallon gas on endless back and forth slow rides up and down Van Nuys Boulevard dates back to the 1950’s and became not just a show-off your cool car exercise, but in fact a hummingbird dating ritual.

    “Hey, you know John Milner? John Milner’s a good friend of mine. Hey, did anybody ever tell you that you look just like Connie Stevens?”

    The Wolfman

    Wolfman Jack HollywoodFuelled by show-offy rich college youth of the 1950’s, and back tracked by the immersive style of disk jockeys like Wolfman Jack, the thing to do midweek was to shine up your ’49 Packard, fill it up with friends and take your place in line of that slow moving youth train past late night diners and closed auto parts stores. Races were the result of gauntlet throw-downs and soon screeching smoking tires took center stage as some guy was trying to impress some girl. Mostly it was mechanic nerds, but occasionally there was a real challenger.

    Cruising Burns Rubber Once Again

    Californians, more than any other Americans, love to own and show-off their cars. It’s a tradition which continues to this day, only instead of Van Nuys Blvd, it’s virtually every other street and highway in LA county. And nobody can compare to old classic cars. Restored and given new life in sort of a time portal from the past to now. I mean, really. Who wouldn’t want real cracked leather bucket seats and a nice scratchy dial radio over electric windows, temperature control and self-talking GPS.

    So, the next time you feel a little inferior because your car ain’t spanking new? Just give it a wash and a shine and a kiss on the grill and get your old butt down to the boulevard in the Valley and roll and march proudly down a long American tradition.