May 24, 2017
In 1969, I returned home from college to resume my co-
When I started college in fall of ‘68, my father gave me his car -
So Pop and I piled into his black Studebaker and drove out to a used car lot on Airways Dr where he introduced me to a 1966 Ford Mustang. Vintage Burgundy with a white drop top, and black interior, it had a 289 V8, 4-
I drove that Mustang through college and for the first three years of my working career putting well over 100,000 miles on it. Unfortunately, in my senior year, the left front quarter panel and then the driver’s side door panel were crushed in separate incidences (neither my fault as they happened while parked.) Being in school I could not afford to have it fixed and so continued to drive it as was. As fate would have it, the only picture I have was part of my wedding album that I no longer have access to. (Remember, no cell phones, no digital camera and Pop rarely brought out the old Brownie.)
In ‘76 I was offered a position with JUD which included a take-
I have since classified this decision as ONE OF THE STUPIDEST ACTS OF MY MEAGER LIFE!
So when I came across a 66 convertible, burgundy, 289 V8, 4-
So on Monday, Amy drove me to Lexington, KY. I gave the car a test drive, paid a local mechanic to give it the once over (he cleared it for the trip back to Knoxville) and then, with shaking hand and a stomach full of butterflies, forked over a small fortune and took the keys in hand. After transferring my tools, jack and jumper cables to the trunk, we started back for Knoxville. The steering had a fair amount of play in it, but otherwise the important stuff, including brakes (which are disc) seemed up to the trip. The steering did give me some concern since there were several construction zones on the way back with narrow restricted lanes. On the plus side, the day was coolish as the Stang had no AC. Unfortunately, I wrestled with high engine temps and low oil pressure and so we were limited to about 60-
Almost a carbon copy of my original Mustang, it differs only in that this one is a GT (meaning a few additional bells and whistles) and it has a parchment and burgundy interior. The interior is also what they call a Pony interior which means the seat backs have embossed galloping mustangs. Being 50 years old, it’s not in perfect condition. Top priority is to get the slack out of the steering, make it more water tight and paint it. It needs a lot of love (where love=$.)
BTW, the song playing is “Mustang Sally” by the late, great Wicked Wilson Pickett. Just like my 66 Stang, it is simple but it sure has classic lines.
So here is a gallery of pictures of the newest member of the Flew family.