October 5, 2023 - "Crashed `71," the California White on Teal 1971 Volvo 145S
Dogs gave me a pep talk, and I dug into the fenders of the crashed `71.
The typical bolts behind the kickpanels were stripped, so I had to pop the doors off to access the oversized phillips-head screws instead.
Moving on...
Story time!
So in Idaho, you must, MUST have the title to a car in order to claim ownership. Bill-of-sale is pretty worthless here. So, that left me with a problem:
The blue `72, the turquoise `71, and the green `73 did not have any ownership documents.
I managed to get titles for the `71 and `73. Here's how I did it:
For the turquoise `71, I dug through the car for any documents pointing me to the last legal owner, and managed to find some doodles on old papers, signed by a guy named Otis (leaving out the last name for their privacy). Having a unique name, I hopped on Facebook and managed to find a local guy with the same name - I reached out, and confirmed he used to own the car! We chatted on the phone, and discovered that the car was sold and parked in 1991, with the registration expiring in 1993; crazy that this was parked to rot before the Volvo 240 ended production, lol. Anyway, he let me know that his father was the legal owner, and gave me his contact info. The father agreed to go into the DMV with me to request a replacement title, with an ownership transfer request. The catch? I had to check him out of the nursing home. The day turned out to be a blast, and the guy was absolutely thrilled to learn the car still existed. Within several weeks, I had a title, making me the legal owner of the turquoise `71.
For the green `73, I dug through the glovebox and found an old insurance card from 1992 to give me a name, Bart. When social media yielded no results, I submitted an information request to the Idaho Department of Transportation, who gave me the address of the last legal owner of the car (matched the name of the insurance card in the glovebox). Luckily, Bart lived close to my work, so I was able to dash over there on a lunch break to see if he'd help me get a new title for the car. Turns out, in his backyard was his old defunct mechanic shop (closed in 1995-ish), which was a dusty time capsule of tools, parts, and files. In a filing cabinet was the title to the green `73 -
yes, he'd held onto that title since 1992, even though he no longer had the car! He was able to sign it, which allowed me to legally transfer ownership to myself.
As for the blue `72, the DMV found a few questionable things from its past, and denied me a title, and denied any information that could point me to an owner. To really put the nail in the coffin, they flagged the VIN for any future titling attempts. The only information I was able to gather was that the car was sold in 2002 for (I kid you not) $420.69; how that private sale info made it to our DMV records is funny, though useless for me.
Given that, I came to the sad game plan of stripping the blue `72 for parts.
The hood, fenders, radiator support, bumper supports, bumper, and tailgate latch would go to the crashed `71.
The dashboard, ignition, locks and keys, wiring harness, rear springs, steering column, pedal box, etc would go to the turquoise `71.
Everything else would be pulled to sell, store, or give away to local 140 owners.
Shortly after I'd made the decision to yank parts from the blue `72, my good friend Dennis called and asked if I had any leads on a distributor for a 145E. He scavenged the blue `72's distributor for this orange `73's engine replacement (engine also came from a `72 140E):
Around the same time as all this, I was able to grab some taillights from a V8-swapped Volvo 245 at the junkyard: