Why are all the good ones always at least two mountain ranges away? Here's a great looking '49 wagon, running and driving, with cool white stripe tires for only $3500 in Long Island. If the floors are there and the interior is as good as described that seems like a pretty good price.
Ok, I probably don't need another Crosley (I can hear my wife now: "You have six cars and a garage the size of a picnic blanket- why would you need another one?") but if this wasn't a continent away I'd probably at least need to look.
I know, it's a sickness.
