By John 
Chaos erupted at Mecum’s Dallas–Fort Worth auction when a 1958 Willys pickup went rogue, plowing into a lineup of prized classics like a wild bull in a glassware shop. Three folks got carted off to the hospital, and some serious automotive royalty took a beating—including a cherry ’66 Corvette, a slick ’77 Firebird Trans Am, and a freakin’ 2019 ZR1 that probably still smelled like factory leather.
Eyewitnesses muttered something about a driver’s foot slipping—honestly, who floors it at an auction? Next thing you know, that Willys, a restomod monster with a Chrysler Hemi under the hood, turned demolition derby star. Gnarly photos show its crumpled nose buried in the Corvette’s side like some morbid car crash sculpture. People just stood there slack-jawed as six-figure sheet metal got folded like origami.
The real tragedy? The worst-hit rides were already sold—talk about buyer’s remorse. That Mosport Green ’66 Vette, a legit unicorn with its 327 small-block, got sandwich-crushed. It ricocheted into a black-and-gold Trans Am, which then kissed the nearly-new ZR1. Meanwhile, the Willys, still waiting for a buyer, somehow dodged the hammer only to become an accidental wrecking ball.
So much for celebrating horsepower heritage. The whole scene dissolved from polished chrome to shattered dreams in seconds, leaving stunned bidders with a weekend story no one saw coming. Crunch time, literally.
Imagine making that call to the insurance company? Honestly, I’d just leave the country at that point.
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Shawn Henry