Introduction From Phoenix
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Introduction From Phoenix
I thought that I may introduce myself and my car(s). A story of sorts is in order to understand the excitement I have these days.
In late 1987, I sold a `67 Mustang coupe that I had reserected to an 18 year old boy that worked for me as a runner and administrative type. He was going off to the Navy and wanted to drop the car at California Mustang for a resto while he was on Subs. That was the last I saw my car. I had a lot of history (professionally) driving that car for the 6 years that I owned it. With a man's hug the day he left for basic, and a gentleman's handshake to give me first dibs on the car if he ever sold it, I said goodbye to the boy and the car.
Move forward the week before Thanksgiving in 1987, almost 20 years to the day that I sold the car. A knock comes at my door and there standing in front of me is a 38 year old man. Not worse for the wear, but a grown up version of the young man that I mentored years earlier. He had a problem and hunted me down. Nothing serious, but important enough that he went far of field and located me.
A week later, over dinner, meeting my wife and children, telling war stories of the fugitive warrant days of my career, I asked him what ever happened to the Mustang. Imagine my shock.
"Well, that is something I want to talk to you about. When you sold me the car, I promised that if I ever wanted to sell it, that you would have first dibs."
At 55, and considering the carreer I am in, there is not much that brings a tear to my eyes. I felt a huge one coming. I guess the lectures and head bumping about integrity and honoring a man's word sunk in? That night, for a very reasonable price, I got my precious `67 Mustang Coupe back!
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In late 1987, I sold a `67 Mustang coupe that I had reserected to an 18 year old boy that worked for me as a runner and administrative type. He was going off to the Navy and wanted to drop the car at California Mustang for a resto while he was on Subs. That was the last I saw my car. I had a lot of history (professionally) driving that car for the 6 years that I owned it. With a man's hug the day he left for basic, and a gentleman's handshake to give me first dibs on the car if he ever sold it, I said goodbye to the boy and the car.
Move forward the week before Thanksgiving in 1987, almost 20 years to the day that I sold the car. A knock comes at my door and there standing in front of me is a 38 year old man. Not worse for the wear, but a grown up version of the young man that I mentored years earlier. He had a problem and hunted me down. Nothing serious, but important enough that he went far of field and located me.
A week later, over dinner, meeting my wife and children, telling war stories of the fugitive warrant days of my career, I asked him what ever happened to the Mustang. Imagine my shock.
"Well, that is something I want to talk to you about. When you sold me the car, I promised that if I ever wanted to sell it, that you would have first dibs."
At 55, and considering the carreer I am in, there is not much that brings a tear to my eyes. I felt a huge one coming. I guess the lectures and head bumping about integrity and honoring a man's word sunk in? That night, for a very reasonable price, I got my precious `67 Mustang Coupe back!
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