What junk/stuff do you find you can't throw out?

Ferrari stuff, but I am going to have a serious house cleaning week when I get back to the USA. I'm going to get rid of any non F car related books, brochures, mags, etc...

 

Those pesky bits of greenish paper with portraits of dead presidents on them. The dang things just clutter up the place, piled here and there throughout the estate...

 

I'll take those off your hands.

 

I can't throw away any magazine with a Ferrari in it. It drives my wife crazy.

 

Paint cans and refrigetators.

NOBODY will take this stuff anymore.

Oil based paint might as well be radioactive.

 

I save almost everything. Hundreds of magazines - mostly car stuff. Pamphlets, brochures, old cords and adapters, old cell phones, old model cars, old hats and clothes, all original packing boxes from electronics, PCs (might have to send back to factory or move again), empty shotgun shells and cartridge brass (might start reloading someday), old toothbrushes, 15 year old bottles of leather conditioner, my pristine original factory Ferrari 512BBi brochure (the one with the silver Boxer in it), pennies, etc., etc. and dust - lotsa dust.

My wife HATES it. Last time we moved she insisted I throw out a few hundred of my treasured car mags, which I did but still wish I hadn't. Now I have my own cave where I keep all my important saved stuff. She pretty much stays out - "Just keep the damn door shut." When I'm gone she can torch the lot of it.

 

RX7 parts: have sun roofs, doors, carbs, wheels, dash pieces in the attic.
Bike parts: handle bars, pedals – in case I sell & want to keep my custom stuff.
T-Shirts (me too): mostly environmental.
Cameras (must have 20): they still work – kinda. And the Brownies are valuable now.
Plants: hate to kill them - have a straggly 5’ corn plant I got in college c 1978.

 

I remember having one of those as a kid. It might still be at my mom's house. Her house alone is like a flea market...God knows how much she could get for some of the stuff in that place.

 

Ahhhh, the Dumps! The dump is where every man feels whole! The ability to take something he worked his a$$ off for, use it and toss it forever (Kinda like dating in your twenties!).

 

Yeah, thats why I can't dump anything. Clocks, radios, cool stuff.

 

Sonora Scientology?

 

YUP! LOL!!!!!!!!