Dude, I couldn't sell my Stang if I had to. I've waited my whole life for this car to come around, and now that I have it, and have customized to to my liking, it's not likely to ever be sold.
this forum is basically my own little world that i fly to everyday. and let me tell u this, this thread has been the best thing i've read so far, it kinda speaks to the soul. there's a deep psychological level to mr.v's problem.
i've been having the car for almost 2 years now, i'm 21 now and i've spent most of my money on it, my family thinks i'm outta my ***** mind since i'm the only one with this passion. V my man, let me tell you about my insights about this...
well i think ur bordom/drustration is pretty normal, something we all go through, but having the $$ is one reason why it's making it harder for you. for example, i had to save money for like 4 months just to afford new rims, i've been called names like cheap *******, which i think was true during that time, and now i've waited for more than 2 months just to afford the tires. but there's a pleasure in saving up for ur plans and mods and then actually spending the cash on something u always wanted (that of course takes an immense amount of research for the mods). i'm not saying give ur money away so u can feel that, but maybe direct the cash on something else.
and hey... life's ******* boring anyway, but it's the passion that keeps it moving... so if u lose the passion i.e. sell the stang, u got nuthin!
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Last edited by stlwagon; 02-09-2007 at 05:12 PM.
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Dude, I couldn't sell my Stang if I had to. I've waited my whole life for this car to come around, and now that I have it, and have customized to to my liking, it's not likely to ever be sold.
Hope it turns out good for you in the end.
-danny
I feel the same way... I'll likely have other daily drivers, but I think I'll be hanging on to this one for a long time.
Dude, I couldn't sell my Stang if I had to. I've waited my whole life for this car to come around, and now that I have it, and have customized to to my liking, it's not likely to ever be sold.
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I feel the same way... I'll likely have other daily drivers, but I think I'll be hanging on to this one for a long time.
+1 and +1. This will be my daily driver until about 2011 (when it's due for a smog test). After that, it will get another "extreme makeover", and become a dedicated drag car. I'm thinking low 9's or high 8's.
But, it will always be mine. In fact, I told my wife I want us to be buried in it... she can ride shotgun for eternity!!
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HP numbers are good and all, but they are like asking someone how much they can bench. What difference does it make if I can still kick your a$$?
As crazy as it sounds, I honestly think I am done modding my Stang. For many reasons, I think I am not going do any further modifications to my Stang and I may un-mod a few mods.
First, it is the cost issue. I have spent way too much money making improvements on my Stang, and for what reason? Second, most of my mods have had freaking situations, like hood snot fitting, spoilers breaking, parts not performing, and parts not fitting or looking good.
As mentioend in other threads, my hood is giving me flapping issues and now I have scrapped my tonneau cover project. I have even decided to scrap the supercharger idea and most other "in the near future" mods. There is even a remote possiblity I may just sell the entire car to be done with it (I grant, I am nowhere near an accurate decision on that idea...yet).
Originally, I was like many of you, I wanted to keep the car stock. Then I realized I wanted a bit more power and then better performance, and of course the right look. Next thing I know, I have spent a smal fourtune on modifications to a car I had expeceted to keep stock. Gee, that modification bug is a doosey!!!
Hey V , went through the same angst !
Didn't really want to part w/my car but knowing myself,
knew once the Shelby hit I would never get the bug out
to own one. Still miss the Stang dearly. The Z is nice but
it was cool to stuff wife & kids & do some top down motoring.
I am hoping to be back in the game soon with a GT500
although seems like 08 Ford will have some real special editions.
I happen to like the new challenger so that's a fall back unless it's not
offered in a vert . Camaro not so enamored with.
Starting to finally see a slight drop in shelby prices.
If Ford cranks out some wild Boss 302/429 Mach 1's etc.. plus the Challengers & camaros's hit...would imagine the shelbys will become more reasonable.
Have resisted modding the Z even though a local shop, Vette doctors who are well known w/a great rep offer 550 RWHP with a cam tune & header package but then it's always something else, wheels , brakes , suspension, interior which = mega $$$$. So can appreciate what you feel .
That's why I prefer to get a GT500.
500 Warrantied HP .
Good luck w/whatever you decide
Well guys and dolls, she is gone....my brother came by last night to pick her up! He rolled out of the garage and down the driveway to the street. Then he looked over his shoulder and proceeded to light up the tires. I watched in horror as the rearend began to fish tail then take off like a freshly shot bullet from a high powered gun. My brother and car took off to the end of the street and slid around the corner. I stood there with my eyes glazed over and my mouth hanging open. I could hear the rumble of the exhaust for several moments. Even after a minute or two, I thought I still heard the rumble of the car, just to discover it was my heart beating so loud in my ears that all I could do is wonder "what have I done?!
For what seemed like eternity, I kept seeing brother's evil smile as he decided to test the legs on MY pony, and I am not likely to foget his grin of sheer delight at my expense. A sudden sickness came over me as I realized I just gave him a green light with my car.
I kneeled down to the ground to touch the bits of rubber left in place of my Stang...the only thing I have left of my raging stallion is a pile of burnt tire rubber. I slowly stood up and turned around to look at the empty garage...my stomach felt like it dropped as if I were free falling from a fall off the Eifle Tower. I forced myself to walk to the the garage and stood in the spot once occupied by my baby.
I decided to look around, I noticed how the garage was maticously layed out to specifically accomodate my Stang. Even my other project car was pushed up against the far wall in order to provide plenty of space around the mighty Stallion. I then just moved towards the spteps, and there I sat and stared at the empty spot for what seemed forever. At this point, I lost track of time, I was in shock.
I was suddenly aroused from my state of shock when my phone rang. I snapped out of my stuper, answered the phone and was thrown into the mercy of my imagination. To my horror, it was my brother, laughing and telling me how much fun my thundering pony was to drive. I could hear him reving the engine as if he were facing Parnelli Jones at the light. That gut wrenching feeling came back in but an instant.
Then my brother delivered the real bad news...he just informed me that his 17 year old daughter had wrecked her '96 Neon and needed a car this weekend, so informs me he may let her drive my Stang since it is more manageable than his F-150 Supercrew. The wrecked Neon is taking up the garage spot the Stang was supposed to be at. He also mentioned that his 12 year old son has just gotton in trouble for damaging a neighbor's car, apparently the runt got caught up in a mob mentallity. A neighborhood bully got a bunch of the neighborhood boys togethger and started causing trouble by vandelizing a car parked on the street.
Then my brother laughs once more and says "I gotta go!" I hear him take off as if he is in the race of his life.
He hangs up and leaves me in a daze. I spent the whole night wondering what my brother was doing with my car and imagining the absolute worse. Needless to say, I did not sleep well last night. I kept picuting my 17 year neice taking my Stang out and doing to it what she did with her Neon. Or my young nephew getting back at his parrents by vandelizing my car. Oh the misery I was in. All of sudden, a new emotion came over me...I wanted my car back...and I wanted it now!!!!
I tried calling my brother back to tell him to bring my car back, he did not answer the phone. I actually got up around midnight, braved the night time and went to his house. My car was not there, and no one answered the door. Feeling defeated, I grudingly went back home.
I finally got up this morning, walked out to the garage and realized yesterday was not a bad dream, but reality. As it turns out, a reality of my own creation and one I did not expect to experience.
Then, just when I thought I had made the biggest mistake I could make, the door bell rang. It was my brother, and he was smiling form ear to ear. I thought he came over to gloat so I strated to close the door on him. But then in a falsh, I noticed the thundering Stallion sitting in the street. He hands me my keys and said "here is your car back...now hold on to her!"
As it turnsd out..my borhter did not want me to get rid of the car, something to fact that I put so much into it that I needed to keep her. So then he told me how he had concocted the whole thing. Yes, he did light up the tires, but no worse than I have done once or twice. The reving of the engine and the laughing were all done to torment me. He never for a monment serioulsly considered letting his daughter drive my car...too much car for her. My nephew was not really in roruble for vandelizm..he was in trouble for throwing orange soda on his sister. The car was safely tucked in his garage during the night and he puposefully did not answer the door while he watched me come over, as he suspected I would sooner or later.
Then my brother slapped me on the back and laughed heartedly and said...I knew you could not part with your baby...you just needed to realize what kind of home it could go to. For you know if you sold it, the young dumb buck that buys it would have done the same thing as he left your house. You needed to see that not everyone subscribes to your pampered pet club.
So now my girl is tucked away back in her spot, and all is well with the world...minus a little rubber off my tires.
So I guess I just needed to be woken up and realize how much I really do love my Stang. She is back my possession for good, as it was always ment to be.
MR V Glad to hear your car is back were it belongs you and only you can love it as noone else can however i know you have very few miles on her may be you should take it out more. I know when you go to car shows you hear people tell you how nice it looks but then they add what you doing next? gives you the feeling it's not done yet. Take the car out to the store or were the non car person is there there ones that will tell you how much they love the car can't tell you how many times i'v been out and people say cool car what is it? or I"v never sean a car shine so Bright is that a custom paint Job then go on for 10 or 15 mins asking question about my car. I know my cars nowere close to yours but I still feel proud of the car Try it you may like it
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Well guys and dolls, she is gone....my brother came by last night to pick her up! He rolled out of the garage and down the driveway to the street. Then he looked over his shoulder and proceeded to light up the tires. I watched in horror as the rearend began to fish tail then take off like a freshly shot bullet from a high powered gun. My brother and car took off to the end of the street and slid around the corner. I stood there with my eyes glazed over and my mouth hanging open. I could hear the rumble of the exhaust for several moments. Even after a minute or two, I thought I still heard the rumble of the car, just to discover it was my heart beating so loud in my ears that all I could do is wonder "what have I done?!
For what seemed like eternity, I kept seeing brother's evil smile as he decided to test the legs on MY pony, and I am not likely to foget his grin of sheer delight at my expense. A sudden sickness came over me as I realized I just gave him a green light with my car.
I kneeled down to the ground to touch the bits of rubber left in place of my Stang...the only thing I have left of my raging stallion is a pile of burnt tire rubber. I slowly stood up and turned around to look at the empty garage...my stomach felt like it dropped as if I were free falling from a fall off the Eifle Tower. I forced myself to walk to the the garage and stood in the spot once occupied by my baby.
I decided to look around, I noticed how the garage was maticously layed out to specifically accomodate my Stang. Even my other project car was pushed up against the far wall in order to provide plenty of space around the mighty Stallion. I then just moved towards the spteps, and there I sat and stared at the empty spot for what seemed forever. At this point, I lost track of time, I was in shock.
I was suddenly aroused from my state of shock when my phone rang. I snapped out of my stuper, answered the phone and was thrown into the mercy of my imagination. To my horror, it was my brother, laughing and telling me how much fun my thundering pony was to drive. I could hear him reving the engine as if he were facing Parnelli Jones at the light. That gut wrenching feeling came back in but an instant.
Then my brother delivered the real bad news...he just informed me that his 17 year old daughter had wrecked her '96 Neon and needed a car this weekend, so informs me he may let her drive my Stang since it is more manageable than his F-150 Supercrew. The wrecked Neon is taking up the garage spot the Stang was supposed to be at. He also mentioned that his 12 year old son has just gotton in trouble for damaging a neighbor's car, apparently the runt got caught up in a mob mentallity. A neighborhood bully got a bunch of the neighborhood boys togethger and started causing trouble by vandelizing a car parked on the street.
Then my brother laughs once more and says "I gotta go!" I hear him take off as if he is in the race of his life.
He hangs up and leaves me in a daze. I spent the whole night wondering what my brother was doing with my car and imagining the absolute worse. Needless to say, I did not sleep well last night. I kept picuting my 17 year neice taking my Stang out and doing to it what she did with her Neon. Or my young nephew getting back at his parrents by vandelizing my car. Oh the misery I was in. All of sudden, a new emotion came over me...I wanted my car back...and I wanted it now!!!!
I tried calling my brother back to tell him to bring my car back, he did not answer the phone. I actually got up around midnight, braved the night time and went to his house. My car was not there, and no one answered the door. Feeling defeated, I grudingly went back home.
I finally got up this morning, walked out to the garage and realized yesterday was not a bad dream, but reality. As it turns out, a reality of my own creation and one I did not expect to experience.
Then, just when I thought I had made the biggest mistake I could make, the door bell rang. It was my brother, and he was smiling form ear to ear. I thought he came over to gloat so I strated to close the door on him. But then in a falsh, I noticed the thundering Stallion sitting in the street. He hands me my keys and said "here is your car back...now hold on to her!"
As it turnsd out..my borhter did not want me to get rid of the car, something to fact that I put so much into it that I needed to keep her. So then he told me how he had concocted the whole thing. Yes, he did light up the tires, but no worse than I have done once or twice. The reving of the engine and the laughing were all done to torment me. He never for a monment serioulsly considered letting his daughter drive my car...too much car for her. My nephew was not really in roruble for vandelizm..he was in trouble for throwing orange soda on his sister. The car was safely tucked in his garage during the night and he puposefully did not answer the door while he watched me come over, as he suspected I would sooner or later.
Then my brother slapped me on the back and laughed heartedly and said...I knew you could not part with your baby...you just needed to realize what kind of home it could go to. For you know if you sold it, the young dumb buck that buys it would have done the same thing as he left your house. You needed to see that not everyone subscribes to your pampered pet club.
So now my girl is tucked away back in her spot, and all is well with the world...minus a little rubber off my tires.
So I guess I just needed to be woken up and realize how much I really do love my Stang. She is back my possession for good, as it was always ment to be.
HOLY COW... I should've started reading from the bottom. I was shocked. Don't do that to me.
Well, the rain has come to my area, so I will have to wait a little longer to drive her. Plus this time of the year seems to be high travel season fo rme. I just came back form 3 weeks of traveling and I am aobut to launch another 3 week traveling trip wiht a couple of 2 weeks traveling trips coming up in the very near future.
Thanks for the compliment on my car...personally, I think you car is just as sweet and just as cool. Your stance is just right.
In all seriousness, I'm glad you finally realized how much that Mustang means to you and how much you loved it when you thought you didn't have the passion anymore. Sounds like your brother knows you very well and you played into his hands, right as he expected.
I do agree with the others, try to get out and drive it more when applicable.
