I bought a Mustang, needed some money and sold it a few months later, got my money back but near cried as it drove down the road without me. I missed it so much I started looking for a replacement and found it in America on ebay. It was Springtime Yellow and not my favourite colour but I thought a stripe might break it up a bit.
Thinking i had buy of the century I couldn't wait to pay for it and concrete the deal, storage was running out so I had to be quick and pay for my baby. In the list of what it needs and doesn't need I was told there was 12 inches of rust in a frame rail, he had the steel and I could weld it myself. That was kind of true there was not much rust, just big holes and some timber where the rust used to be.
BLA BLA BLA BLA, Then I showed it to my mate Bob, No problem for Bob, nothing a truck load of parts and a few years couldn't fix
Then he turned it into a right hand drive,
i worked late into the night often, until midnight doing what I could, recovering seats, stripping old paint , all the jobs set aside for the boy, Just kept going and going and now my car looks like this
The beautiful thing about your Mustang is it is yours, No other car will ever be the same, Once you realise the blessing bestowed upon us chosen keepers of the vintage you would never dare to ask if it is time to quit.
