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Why do we do it? Because it's a labor of love. I can't count how many times I've stopped myself from ordering random parts online just because there was a sale or well simply because I didn't have something and I wanted it Summit racing should give me some sort of plaque, I could make a fort from all the boxes I have.
I'm almost afraid to look at my receipt history, knowing that it will make me crap my pants. But that doesn't bother me or most of us who own classics. Most of the time, we know that buying a classic entails that we're going to sink XXXX amount of money into it. I didn't know what I was getting into, picking a pile of crap to begin with and learning the hard way when trying to drive it, restore it and still manage to go through high school on my budget.
Let's be honest, after 40 some years these cars get temperamental and its up to us to keep them back on track. They ARE the basket case child we never had. Just recently I received a set of torque thrust rims for free. I didn't need them, but I wanted them Spending a large chunk of money on another two more rims because the other two where cracked and I still needed tires. Oh well! I like it, and it looks cool.
I guess the point is, no matter what your car throws at you, you love it unconditionally just like a child. One with a serious addiction...
To gas.
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Hey man, you were hauling butt when I passed you in my Mustang
I think that people who do what we do enjoy being able to preserve a little of the past that had some beauty. It wasn't a very pretty world when these cars were new.
My car makes me emotional. It pisses me off or makes me happy to the same damn extent that my wife does. In fact, I've never been on 'not speaking' terms with the wife, but it's a frequently occurring event with my car.
You really do get sucked into the hobby and things really become personified.
I agree with Lizer about getting "SUCKED IN" I shore did on
10-5-2010 when I ( unexpectedly ) fell in love with a car, and now I can't see myself with out her.
Almost could bring tears to your eyes
Take care,
Dion
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1967 Fastback 289 1967 Coupe S Code ( its on my land but its my step-dads) I would like: 1967 Convertible
1:Energy is equal to desire and pupose: 2:Only you can change you life. No one can do it for you: 3:Fall down seven times, stand up eight time:
No question for many of us (especially us old guy's) its a passion.
I travel a lot for my job. Its pretty sad when I call home every night and the first three things I ask my wife are;
1. Did you or Kaitlin (my daughter) walk Bubba (my dog) this evening?
2. Are you keeping the garage doors closed ?
3. Did you check the front door for any packages ?
She knows the routine but I'm always uneasy she or my daughter neglect to keep the garage doors closed. I dont text as a rule but I'll send her an email from my BB asking if the garage doors are closed.
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'66 Ragtop, vibrant red, 289-4V, 4-speed toploader
'68 Fastback, space blue metalic, 351C-4-V, 4-speed toploader
I do it to try to preserve and bring back a part of a better generation. I am only 23 but man the cars nowadays are fugly. About 10 years ago I helped my step dad restore a 69 GTO Judge from the ground up and ever since then I have loved older cars! They were just made so much better! Funny how I now more about the 69 Mustang in my garage than I know about the 08 and 11 vehicles right next to it!
I'm an old guy and I have painful problems with my well shop worn body. It seems that I'm constantly facing the issue with my brain saying GO and by body saying WOAH!
If someone asks me how I'm doing, I tell them that my engine runs good, but I've got a lot of miles on my chassis. People question me about when I'm going to get finished with the Mustang, I tell them that I really don't know. My pony is my hobby, my therapy, and something that still keeps the creative juices flowing.
One thing that I enjoy is making my own parts and pieces instead of just going out and buying them. For example I had aftermarket gauges in my OE gauge cluster years before they were for sale in the aftermarket. The same thing goes for my negative wedge parts so that the upper ball joint won't bind when I went beyond one inch on my "Shelby Drop".
One more thing. It pleases the heck out of me to see the younger generation have an interest in the cars of this era. It was, in my opinion, the greatest period in American automotive history.
As long as I'm still having a good time working on my pony, why worry about finishing it. It will probably be needing another little something until the day I ride off into the sunset.
My car has never been out of my family. My uncle bought her new in 1965 and owned her until his death. He left her to me and made me promise to keep and restore her, and I've kept my promise. When I was a teenager I used to change the oil, replace water pumps, hoses, tune her up and whatever else he needed so I have a sentimental attachment to her. She had 97K original miles when I got her. The body is solid as a rock and never wrecked. I pulled and rebuilt the 289 and the C4 and she runs like a singer sewing machine. I now have 70 miles on the new rebuild. I have kept close to original with subtle changes, all period correct, that could be carried back to original just with nuts and bolts, didn't butcher anything. I have always been a hot rodder and really like hot modded motors but for this one I wanted her to be a nice reliable daily driver, and besides that I'm now 61, and it hurts to work on her on a daily basis.
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65 Coupe A Code, CSRP front brakes
C4 with shift kit
289 4V Autolite 4100 1.08
Edelbrock Performer Intake
Edelbrock Performer + Camshaft
Tri Y Headers
Magnum Roller Rockers
Pertronix Ignition, Electric Fan
I'm an old guy and I have painful problems with my well shop worn body. It seems that I'm constantly facing the issue with my brain saying GO and by body saying WOAH!
If someone asks me how I'm doing, I tell them that my engine runs good, but I've got a lot of miles on my chassis. People question me about when I'm going to get finished with the Mustang, I tell them that I really don't know. My pony is my hobby, my therapy, and something that still keeps the creative juices flowing.
One thing that I enjoy is making my own parts and pieces instead of just going out and buying them. For example I had aftermarket gauges in my OE gauge cluster years before they were for sale in the aftermarket. The same thing goes for my negative wedge parts so that the upper ball joint won't bind when I went beyond one inch on my "Shelby Drop".
One more thing. It pleases the heck out of me to see the younger generation have an interest in the cars of this era. It was, in my opinion, the greatest period in American automotive history.
As long as I'm still having a good time working on my pony, why worry about finishing it. It will probably be needing another little something until the day I ride off into the sunset.
While everyone in high school were having their parents buy them their new cars I bought myself my mustang. Heck I'd get made fun of for the lack of paint. People constantly were asking to race, I had nothing to prove. Although I did know that it would blow the doors off of their little Hondas .
People ask how much I've invested, I say who cares? I enjoy my car and it's something I don't mind putting money into. Parenting a classic is a never ending restoration. We're never done, there's always something we want to change or some part we can get to make it faster.
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Hey man, you were hauling butt when I passed you in my Mustang
Happystang, it sure must have been nice for that group that you call, "Everyone", having their parents buy them their new cars. I would have been in jail for murdering my parents because if I had made that demand, they'd have died from laughter.
I had a job working in a gas station after school back when all of the stations pumped your gas for you and we did full scale auto repairs. I made enough money to have a "Hot Rod" and to even buy gas and insurance for it. I kept my grades up, too. There were many nights that I'd be up after midnight doing homework after getting off of my job at 9PM.
While all of the better off kids were playing football and/or participating in other high school sports and social events, I had to work if I wanted or needed anything. As you said, I was also always getting made fun of for the lack of a good paint job, (It had an awful faded color which I called "Dog Breath Gray"), but there were a couple of things that I could say. One was that, I worked for and built mine and the second, it may not be pretty, but it can blow your doors off.
Being a "Poor Kid" can be made a lot more tolerable if you don't mind working. In fact, I learned quite a bit about cars at that old gas station and I gained a lot of self respect.
Happystang, it sure must have been nice for that group that you call, "Everyone", having their parents buy them their new cars. I would have been in jail for murdering my parents because if I had made that demand, they'd have died from laughter.
I had a job working in a gas station after school back when all of the stations pumped your gas for you and we did full scale auto repairs. I made enough money to have a "Hot Rod" and to even buy gas and insurance for it. I kept my grades up, too. There were many nights that I'd be up after midnight doing homework after getting off of my job at 9PM.
While all of the better off kids were playing football and/or participating in other high school sports and social events, I had to work if I wanted or needed anything. As you said, I was also always getting made fun of for the lack of a good paint job, (It had an awful faded color which I called "Dog Breath Gray"), but there were a couple of things that I could say. One was that, I worked for and built mine and the second, it may not be pretty, but it can blow your doors off.
Being a "Poor Kid" can be made a lot more tolerable if you don't mind working. In fact, I learned quite a bit about cars at that old gas station and I gained a lot of self respect.
Hello. Ditto to that. My first car was one of those 'Some assembly required' presents. We weren't exactly Poor People, but, truth be told, we didn't miss it by much. My dad was an iron worker, which paid pretty well, but, a wife and 6 kids can eat into a paycheck pretty efficiently. One of the many things I learned from him was that, if you wanted something, it was time to go to work. It seemed like his answer to any request one of my brothers had was "Where did you say you were working at now? You'll be needing to get in some overtime if you want all of that."
I had a job working in a gas station after school back when all of the stations pumped your gas for you and we did full scale auto repairs. I made enough money to have a "Hot Rod" and to even buy gas and insurance for it. I kept my grades up, too. There were many nights that I'd be up after midnight doing homework after getting off of my job at 9PM.
While all of the better off kids were playing football and/or participating in other high school sports and social events, I had to work if I wanted or needed anything. As you said, I was also always getting made fun of for the lack of a good paint job, (It had an awful faded color which I called "Dog Breath Gray"), but there were a couple of things that I could say. One was that, I worked for and built mine and the second, it may not be pretty, but it can blow your doors off.
Being a "Poor Kid" can be made a lot more tolerable if you don't mind working. In fact, I learned quite a bit about cars at that old gas station and I gained a lot of self respect.
I did very much the same thing as my father made it quite clear that if I wanted wheels I had to make the purchase myself. I worked at three gas stations, a garage, and for the local farmers. I was fortunate enough to work with several hard working, honest, mentors that to this day help to make me what I am.
I ended up purchasing 3 junked 1955 Chevy's and I consolidated the best parts to make one serviceable car. It was ugly, primer gray, lots of bondo, but I built a serious motor for it and enjoyed ever minute I drove it. When I went into the Army it was parked at my parents house and it was stolen out of their yard. I returned from Vietnam, doing two tours back to back and found out it was stolen. Its a good thing I didn't find out who the thief was because at the time I was real short on empathy. I sure wish I had that car back as I could now afford to restore it the right way.
We had a few families that purchased new cars for their kids. One family in particular had new Road Runners, and GTX's for the boys. The boys destroyed every car given to them, because it was given to them they didn't know how to appreciate it. If I could turn back the hands of time and do it again, I would do it the same way.
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65 Coupe A Code, CSRP front brakes
C4 with shift kit
289 4V Autolite 4100 1.08
Edelbrock Performer Intake
Edelbrock Performer + Camshaft
Tri Y Headers
Magnum Roller Rockers
Pertronix Ignition, Electric Fan
It's not so much a spoiled child ( although I bought the best for it),it's an old friend who listens quietly and it's a time machine for me too. Going back to 1965 and having to eat the whole box of Sugar Crisp cereal before my brother and I could get the new 1965 Mustang toy car at the bottom. I still have a fastback and a convertible from those boxes of cereal. Traveling to southern Illinois on two lane blacktops with the family in the '65 galaxie to see my cousin's new powder blue '65 Mustang coupe. It brings to mind better times when life was simpler and consequently less stressful. I can't believe it's going to run again.
Our misbehaving children: The Mustang 
Summit racing should give me some sort of plaque, I could make a fort from all the boxes I have.
Spending a large chunk of money on another two more rims because the other two where cracked and I still needed tires. Oh well! I like it, and it looks cool.
