Well, I haven’t gotten to speak on the site half as much as I might like, owing to the fact that I have been roped into helping my old man manage his super nutball midlife crisis. True, I guess it isn’t as far gone as it might be. How it went, I mean how he did it was he got all done up like the Fonz or something, and come over to my apartment and casually inform me, in his “coolest” possible vocal tone: “Get ready, dude, we are gonna start looking for some classic Ford Mustangs for sale. No joke, buddy, I’m going to get myself one.”
Before I knew what was happening the two of us were off to a few of those creepy classic car showrooms that I’m always just about certain are not exactly legit, and I can’t believe it when my crazy padre made out a check right there on the spot, for an alarmingly gleaming classic Ford Mustang. I have to admit, it’s quite item. It sounded really nice as well.
I want to point out that I phrased that last sentence in the past tense. It sounded really nice until it rendered itself silent. My Dad informs me that it’s a really quick thing to fix and that all he requires is the right part. I’m thinking, it can’t possibly be as painless to pick up 1965 Mustang parts as it was over a million years ago, but he informs me there is a really sizable aftermarket for them in spite of their age. As far as my Dad tells me the surest way to get you parts for 1968 Mustangs is actually internet auctions, because you can find them refurbbed and sometimes even brand new. They’re only sometimes that inexpensive, however… Get real, they are thirty year old Mustang parts.
I guess it could’ve been worse… Imagine if he would’ve decided to buy a harley.