Post by beccaajoy on Sept 7, 2016 14:18:13 GMT -7
Hi all!
In the name of being transparent, I'm going to come right out and say that I don't know a lot about Mustangs. I know. What am I even doing here? Well, this is my story: When I was fourteen, my parents bought a vintage Mustang ('66) for my older sister and me to drive during our high-school years. I still remember my mom pulling up to the middle school to pick me up the day my parents bought the Mustang. I was mortified! The car was huge! And old! And loud! I was sure all my classmates were staring at me. And then the strangest thing happened. A few boys in my grade walked over to admire the car and told me how jealous they were that I was going to get to drive the car in a couple years. Reluctantly, I climbed into the back seat, trying to understand how anyone would want or admire such a big, noisy, old car.
Two years later, I got my driver's licence, and the Mustang became My Car. Ours wasn't a love-at-first-sight story, but that car grew on me. I have so many good memories linked to it. Once, a cop pulled me over for speeding, but told me he couldn't bear to give me a ticket because a car like mine was meant to go fast, and how could he punish me for that? Another time, on a wintry night, my sister and I sneaked out of the house to go to a party. The roads were icy, we hit a slippery patch, and my sister parked the Mustang in a deep ditch filled with snow! Terrified of being caught by our parents, I climbed into the ditch and by pure determination, I pushed the Mustang back onto the road. No, my parents still don't know about that night, ha!
Anyway, for the sake of brevity, the Mustang was my car during my teen years. I even took it with me to college, a thousand miles from home. But when I married my husband, I gave the Mustang back to my mom. It sat unused in her garage for nearly 15 years. Recently, she downsized and asked if I would take the Mustang. If I didn't, she planned to sell it. I know this sounds sentimental, but I couldn't bear to see my old, beloved car leave our family. So I took it.
I haven't touched it in two years. I know. My poor Mustang is not getting a lot of love! Here's the thing. My husband hates the car. He's tried to sneakily dispose of it a couple times. We had a garage sale this past spring, and a gentleman jokingly asked, "How much for the Mustang?" My husband retorted, in all sincerity, "It's free if you can have it out of here in five minutes." I feel like the Mustang is some kind of rejected stepchild. At a low point this summer, I considered selling it.
Here's where the story changes. My fourteen-year-old son has suddenly taken a deep interest in the Mustang and wants to drive it when he turns sixteen. Our neighbor recently restored an old Jeep, and my son thinks it would be cool to do a similar restoration on the Mustang. I feel like this is my chance to give the Mustang new life! My beautiful car is coming full circle. It was there for me, and now it's going to be there for my son.
So that's why I'm here. I'm hoping as I browse this forum, I'll get a better grasp on what steps to take next. This is all new to me, so please bear with me if I make mistakes or ask silly questions.
In the meantime, I look forward to getting to know you all a little better
Becca
In the name of being transparent, I'm going to come right out and say that I don't know a lot about Mustangs. I know. What am I even doing here? Well, this is my story: When I was fourteen, my parents bought a vintage Mustang ('66) for my older sister and me to drive during our high-school years. I still remember my mom pulling up to the middle school to pick me up the day my parents bought the Mustang. I was mortified! The car was huge! And old! And loud! I was sure all my classmates were staring at me. And then the strangest thing happened. A few boys in my grade walked over to admire the car and told me how jealous they were that I was going to get to drive the car in a couple years. Reluctantly, I climbed into the back seat, trying to understand how anyone would want or admire such a big, noisy, old car.
Two years later, I got my driver's licence, and the Mustang became My Car. Ours wasn't a love-at-first-sight story, but that car grew on me. I have so many good memories linked to it. Once, a cop pulled me over for speeding, but told me he couldn't bear to give me a ticket because a car like mine was meant to go fast, and how could he punish me for that? Another time, on a wintry night, my sister and I sneaked out of the house to go to a party. The roads were icy, we hit a slippery patch, and my sister parked the Mustang in a deep ditch filled with snow! Terrified of being caught by our parents, I climbed into the ditch and by pure determination, I pushed the Mustang back onto the road. No, my parents still don't know about that night, ha!
Anyway, for the sake of brevity, the Mustang was my car during my teen years. I even took it with me to college, a thousand miles from home. But when I married my husband, I gave the Mustang back to my mom. It sat unused in her garage for nearly 15 years. Recently, she downsized and asked if I would take the Mustang. If I didn't, she planned to sell it. I know this sounds sentimental, but I couldn't bear to see my old, beloved car leave our family. So I took it.
I haven't touched it in two years. I know. My poor Mustang is not getting a lot of love! Here's the thing. My husband hates the car. He's tried to sneakily dispose of it a couple times. We had a garage sale this past spring, and a gentleman jokingly asked, "How much for the Mustang?" My husband retorted, in all sincerity, "It's free if you can have it out of here in five minutes." I feel like the Mustang is some kind of rejected stepchild. At a low point this summer, I considered selling it.
Here's where the story changes. My fourteen-year-old son has suddenly taken a deep interest in the Mustang and wants to drive it when he turns sixteen. Our neighbor recently restored an old Jeep, and my son thinks it would be cool to do a similar restoration on the Mustang. I feel like this is my chance to give the Mustang new life! My beautiful car is coming full circle. It was there for me, and now it's going to be there for my son.
So that's why I'm here. I'm hoping as I browse this forum, I'll get a better grasp on what steps to take next. This is all new to me, so please bear with me if I make mistakes or ask silly questions.
In the meantime, I look forward to getting to know you all a little better
Becca