As with derelict buildings, there's something about old abandoned cars that attracts me to them, especially when they're in unusual settings.
Perhaps it's their unknown history that intrigues me, how proud their new owners must have been at a time when animal-powered transport was probably more common than motorized.
What stories could they tell? Which roads did they travel and what sights did they see? What adventures did they take part in?
... and the obvious question, how many humans were conceived in these wrecks during moments of stolen passion?
If only they could be coaxed to speak ...