By Bradley Brownell
This advertisement from Alberta, Canada creates far more questions than it answers. First of all, how on earth did most of a Renault Dauphine (Wren Oh, dough-fan?) find itself buried in the crawlspace of a house? Was this car stolen at some point and chopped up and hidden away? Did some poor sap have an angry wife tell him to get rid of the car, and he simply hid it from her in the one place he knew she’d never go? The crawlspace (nor the house, for that matter) look very clean or absent of dankness, so how did the body panels survive without rotting away? Why doesn’t anyone on the internet know how to use the correct form of ‘your/you’re/yore’? What exactly is a Kijiji? Why is Canada so weird? Why the flip do they like poutine? (poo-teen?)
This Dauphine, sometimes informally referred to as the 5CV (Sink Shove Oh?) looks like it isn’t much more than a pile of parts. There is no actual chassis to bolt all of these parts to. Everything else, though, looks like it’s there. The engine, the glass, the bumpers, most of the sheetmetal, and a bunch of indistinguishable cables and metal bits. The seller doesn’t list a price, but it would be interesting to see this thing rebuilt. If you do it, please don’t restore the parts, please install them in crawlspace condition. Consider it patina.
From the ad:
1964 RENAULT CAR IN MY BASEMENT CRAWLSPACE – Medicine Hat, Alberta
I found what I believe to be a 1964 Renault Dauphin car in my crawl space basement. It’s all for parts as you see in the pictures.
Body panels, windows & door glass still good, motor block and other parts.
Send email reply if your interested open to offers
So what do you say? Are you up for a serious challenge? Maybe give the restoration of this thing a chance.
Source: Kijiji
Christopher Tracy 
Kamil Kaluski 
RoadworkUK
Neat find! A neighbour of mine ten years ago told me he had flattened two Amazon and an Opel, used them as a concrete-filled fundament for his house. Not exactly the same thing, but for him it was just a way to get rid of junk cars.
Dow-feen? Daw-fin-ay?
It’s not pronounced “Renalt” at all, but hey, at least he knows how to say Dauphine!
I’m pretty sure that here in the US it was pronounced D’oh!-feen…
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Poutine: if you don’t like it, you’ve probably never had it.
To be fair, I hate gravy.
I’ll forgive it since I like your Hooniverse posts.
Keep those fries crispy, free from the oppressive blanket of curds & dubious-quality gravy! (But would you mind passing the malt vinegar?)
Secret shame time – I’m Canadian, and I’ve never had poutine. I also don’t like gravy or cheese curds.
I had an Aussie friend say the same thing about Vegemite. He was wrong, so wrong.
Yech. At least poutine is French CANADIAN, so it’s only half aggressively offensive.
Last year, when I was in BC on business, I sampled poutine at various establishments. I honestly preferred the objectively worse poutine. It’s just feels like comfort food, and trying to make comfort food out of quality ingredients just doesn’t work. Canucks Bar & Grill, in the Vancouver airport makes poutine with frozen fries and canned gravy. It is delicious.
Back in college, we decided to replicate Checker’s fries. We went to the store and bought the cheapest and most processed of each: fries, chili, ranch, cheese, bacon. It remains one of the most spectacular things I’ve ever eaten.
Needless to say, I’ll have poutine with a gravy so thick the meat is still in it.
I assume this is connected to Louis XVII in some way.
It’s east of the mountains, so it could be dry there. Since the house looks like it’s being renovated, my guess is that the previous owner stored all that stuff in the crawlspace, and passed away. The children/grandchildren who were left to clean out the house (been there, done that) didn’t know about the stuff until they put the house on the market, and a home inspector found it when doing a pre-sale inspection for the buyer. Now the buyer is stuck trying to get rid of it.