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My name is Brandon, I just joined the forum. I have a 1966 Mustang Coupe. She’s candy apple red and has a 289.
This car began its life when then Indianapolis lawyer Harry Sauce purchased the vehicle for his wife. 2 years later in 1968 they divorced, and Sauce sold the car to my great grandmother. She drove it until 1988 and rather poorly I might add; my family jokes that she had to look through the steering wheel to drive. She had 3 accidents, one in which she was distracted by a field fire and drove off the road.
In 1988, my grandfather bought the car from great grandma and did some restoration. He yanked the original straight 6 200 and dropped in the 289, redid the interior and had her repainted, among other things.
Grandpa didn’t put too many miles on her, maybe 5000 over the 30 years after the restoration. In 2004, my parents were invited to a road rally and neither moms minivan nor dads f-150 fit the bill, so the borrowed the Mustang from grandpa. That was the first time I saw her and I fell in love. From that day forward, my dream car was a 1966 Mustang.
Check me out in the drivers seat.
6 years later on a job site with my dad and grandpa, we were talking about the mustang. Grandpa casually said he would sell it to me for $10,000. I recall driving away from the job site that day grilling dad who said the car was much too unsafe, and he wouldn’t let me buy it even if I could come up with the money.
Cut to 2013. Countless weekends of umpiring and relentless saving and I had come up with 10 grand. Dad, despite having said no, couldn’t resist the opportunity to keep the car in the family for another generation and caved. He called grandpa and set up the meeting. Mom went to 3 different banks and got 9 thousand dollars out in 10 dollar bills. I went and got a set of poker chips in a slick aluminum case, then dumped out the chips.
Day of, I put on my black suit and coolest sunglasses and we headed over to grandpas.
I remember driving away that day and having a couple guys yell at me out their window at the very first light I stopped at.
For the first several years I didn’t do much more than wash her. Recently, I’ve gotten more into mechanical maintenance and upgrades, but I’ll save those for another post.
For now, here’s her best photo. Happy to be joining!
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