In light of recent posts, I’ve must tell this short story.

One of my long-time (since high school) friends has fallen in love many times in his life. Fact is, he has been married three or four times (which will make sense in a moment). One of those loves was the 1965.5 Mustangs. Not a 1966 model mind you, but an honest 1965.5 with the 289HP as nothing else would do. I personally don’t know how many were made with the “K” code, but it has to be rather small.

Once he paid off the last wife, he finagled enough monies to start looking for his dream 1965.5 “K” code Mustang. I really don’t know how much work he put into the search, but he did find what he was looking for during an on-line car auction.

I don’t know purchase details other than he paid dearly for the title. It was white with some sort of blue racing strips, a 289 “K” code engine and four speed. Can’t say about the other accessories save for a radio. Well, it didn’t take long for this new love to go sour like his other wives!

Turns out everything leaked, especially the windshield. The right door didn’t fit well (once wreaked perhaps), and the trunk didn’t either. The brakes were shot, it needed a new clutch, and the synchros replaced in the transmission. Oh boy, and the list goes on! If I were a betting man, I’d say someone made it a “K” code, not Ford. Talk about being taken to the cleaners!

So folks, I know us gear heads have our all-time favorite garage kitty, but sometimes it is best not to fall in love with a money pit!

Remember this old adage: Man does not know what happiness is, until he gets married. Then it is too late!