Well, I haven’t gotten to post on the blog nearly as often as I might like, on account of all the time I’ve been running around town with my pops with his wet & wild midlife crisis. Okay, you might think it isn’t as far gone as it could possibly be. How it went, I mean how he showed up was to go and dress himself up like the Fonz or something, and drop by to my crib and tell me, in his hippest possible vocal tone: “Get ready, dude, you and I are going to be shopping for some classic Ford Mustangs for sale. No joke, youngster, I intend to get myself a real cruiser.”
Next thing I know my Dad and I were hopping around to a few of those wild classic car showrooms that I’m always mostly certain are not exactly legit, and I see the old man made out a check without even stopping to think, for an unnaturally well-preserved classic Ford Mustang. It really is an impressive item. It sounded really nice as well.
There’s a reason why I said that in the past tense. It sounded great right up until it totally broke down. The old man tells me that it’s just a quick problem and he just needs the right part. I’m thinking, it may not be as painless to come across 1968 Mustang parts as it was over a thousand years ago, but my Dad swears there’s a really sizable market for them regardless. It seems like the the easiest way to find parts for classic Mustangs is actually online auctions, because you can find them refurbbed and occasionally better than new. They might not be that inexpensive, however… After all, they are half-century old car parts.
I guess it could’ve been worse… He could have got himself a toupee.
