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Polisot 2 : the break of the century?
It was indirectly thanks to Robert, a car enthusiast friend, that I discovered this timeless place, a village located in Aube. In December 2009, at a monthly meeting of old, he put me in the mouth with a break to discover in Chatillon, Belgium. Action - reaction: at the beginning of 2010, a complete article of my pen appears in The Life of the Auto. In the autumn, I receive a call from Patrick, an active member of a vintage car club in Strasbourg. He asks me if I am still interested in wrecks. Oh yeah ! And here is the story that would mark a turning point in my course as a wreck hunter. Patrick had made a coach trip with his club, heading to the salon of Reims, in the spring. En route, the driver missed a motorway exit and had to resolve to take the next, joining Reims by small roads departmental. On the way, a few bus occupants suddenly scream: stop! Placed in height, they had just spotted a huge break scattered in a forest. Just the time to identify some Simca 5 and other pre-war rust-ridden, and here they go again after a few minutes, without taking pictures. The driver was in a hurry!
Of course I asked the crucial question: where was it? Patrick was unable to give me specific information, but by cross-checking, I came to understand that the famous place was located near Troyes. The old-fashioned, I buy the Michelin map 1/200 000e concerned and I realize the obvious: Polisot is well this famous village. Going through the White Pages, I come across a garage. I call immediately, and his owner does not take long to answer me: yes, the case is well located near his home. Luckily, he was a faithful reader of La Vie de l'Auto and he had read my article on the Châtillon case. Without making any promises, he assured me that he was going to talk to the owner of the place.
Coup de theater January 31, 2011: on my way to La Vie de l'Auto in the Paris region I get an unexpected phone call from Patrick who informs me that Mr. Martin, owner of the case, was ready to me receive the next day. And to say that the 1st of February is my birthday, what a beautiful gift! On the spot, Mr. Martin, with confidence, gives me carte blanche to take photos. In the space of three hours, from 1:30 pm to 4:30 pm, I shot hundreds of shots. A date to engrave in the marble: my most beautiful discovery to date.