Junkyard Find: 1984 Toyota Van, With Bonus San Francisco Beachfront Rust

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Junkyard Find: 1984 Toyota Van, With Bonus San Francisco Beachfront Rust

11 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin Unless they're air-cooled Volkswagens, cars in non-mountain California don't suffer much from the teeth of The Rust Monster. Sure, the rainy winters mean that leaky weatherstripping results in rusty trunk floors (especially in GM cars of the pre-1990s era), but plenty of 50-year-old street-parked California cars have solid sheet metal that leave Michigan residents in awe. However, all this goes out the window if you happen to live within a block or two of the not-so-aptly-named Pacific Ocean in San Francisco. During a trip to California last week, I spotted this victim of Outer Sunset District Rust in an East Bay self-serve yard (with a spectacular Halloween display).
12 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin Those of you who imagine California beaches to be warm, sunny places full of movie-star-gorgeous babes in bikinis are getting your imagery from Southern California. Go 400 miles north and you'll find beaches that feature howling winds coming straight from the Aleutian Islands, gigantic waves, freezing-ass water that will kill you stone dead from hypothermia in minutes (that is, if the Great Whites or rip currents don't get you first). That's in August; it gets a lot worse during the winter. Why, it's enough to make you shoot an OD in your squalid Ocean Beach hotel room right before your struggling band's album suddenly goes multi-platinum!
05 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin So, with constant salt spray from the gigantic waves crashing into the beach, prevailing winds from the northwest, and heavy morning/evening fog approximately 362 days of the year, cars parked within a few hundred yards of the beach tend to spend their lives bathed in an eternal saline mist. Any nick in the paint, no matter how small, will become a horrible festering hole within a year or two. And, of course, cars parked on the streets of San Francisco get dinged, bumped, key-striped, sideswiped, and otherwise have their paint chipped on a depressingly regular basis (which is one reason my super-patina'd '65 Impala sedan was such a practical daily driver when I lived there).
18 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin You don't have to go very far east— a half-dozen blocks will do it— to avoid this problem. This residential parking permit is for the northeastern corner of the city, far from the ocean, but there's no way you get rust like this in North Beach— clearly, 1996 was a brief respite from the joys of oxidation for this Toyota.
13 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin Because important structural components (being protected beneath the car) don't get rusty, you can keep your 48th Avenue car going for as long as you're willing to tolerate the ugliness and/or big holes that allow chilly winds inside.
09 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin This MasterAce got to 300,000 miles before the rust reduced its value to sub-scrap levels and/or parking tickets totaling more than 150 bucks landed it in the clutches of AutoReturn. These vans were as hard to kill as cockroaches, what with their indifferent-to-abuse pushrod Y engines, so we can assume that it was still a runner at the end.
06 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin The interior isn't so bad for a 300,000-mile, 29-year-old van. Perhaps all the additional ventilation kept mildew from getting to be a problem.
02 - 1984 Toyota MasterAce Down on the Junkyard - Picture courtesy of Murilee Martin Hey, because plastic paneling doesn't care about salt water, you couldn't see most of these holes from the inside!