Hoboken, New Jersey, is home to Frank Sinatra, Artie Lange, and The Situation. Yes, that progress of personalities is rather depressing, and, frankly, so is the progress of the town’s automotive tastes. Hoboken, and the whole area along New Jersey’s border with the Hudson River, has become THE place to live for anyone who wants to be someone but can’t afford Manhattan. The cars are reflective of their owners; if you can think of the latest and greatest from world most exclusive manufacturers, you will find it there.
Imagine my surprise when I parked in one of the town’s garages and saw all these treasures, randomly scattered over the garage’s six floors. A freshly restored CJ-5, a minty VW bus, and the Caddy looked to be Sunday driven. The two Porsches look to be daily-drivers. The Saab and the T-Bird look abandoned.
While walking around the garage with my phone, which explains the picture quality, I ran into a rather shady dude. Skinny white guy, about 5’8″, dressed like the Unabomber: tight jeans, a hoodie with the hood on, and silver-framed aviator sunglasses. He made a point of not being any of my pictures, yet he did not seem to be going to any particular car. He told me that stolen cars often get abandoned in this garage, which would explain the late-90s Lexus GS330 that had more dust on it than the T-bird, four flat tires, and no license plates. No pictures of the Lexus, didn’t think there is much interest there.
The Unabomber lit up a cigarette and hung-out until I got into my car and left. He never went to any specific car. When pulling out of the garage I saw two cops walking in. Given the potential situation (ahem), I left in a hurry. I wanted to spin the tires on my way out in the dramatic fashion often seen in 1970’s movies, but traction control pwnd me.