[jbartle1]

Originally Posted by Blueblaze

I must have a picture once, many moves ago, but no more. It looked like this '67 Mustang, although that one's missing the "289", so it's 6 banger. Mine was a 289 V8 two-barrel with 3 on the floor.

I wanted a 'Vette but my dad warned me I couldn't afford the insurance. So he co-signed a $1095 note for a 3-year-old Mustang, instead. Between 29 cent gas, the $50/mo payment, and $10/mo insurance, there wasn't much left over for dates, on a burger-flipper salary. But who needs girls when you're in love with a car?

The previous owner had souped it up a bit, but restored the original 2-barrel carb when he sold it. It had a mild cam upgrade that made it rock irresistibly when it idled, like a real hot-rod, and dual-exhaust with glasspacks that made the most beautiful music. So cool! I clocked it once at under 9 seconds 0-60! (about what my Explorer does today)

A buddy I worked with at the Burger King had a '65 high-performance Mustang with a four-barrel Holley and four on the floor. So we got off at 4:00am one morning and headed for the deserted Skelly Bypass in Tulsa (I-44) , to see if a cam beats a four-barrel.

I was actually inching away from him, but looked down and realized I was doing 60 in 1st gear. The only way I was going to pull this off was to leave my foot on the floor and do a perfect power-shift into 2nd. It came out less than perfect. The clutch locked up, seized the engine, and the next thing I know, I'm spinning out down the freeway. But I lucked out, no crash, and it finally came to a stop in the middle of the road. The clutch was a mess, but I got it started and hobbled home in 1st gear.

A few months later, I had to sell the car and the guy with the '65 was still impressed that I almost beat him. He wanted it, so I let him have it for the payoff. Two months later, he blew the engine in another dumb race, and wound up junking it. I think that's probably why most of the old Mustangs you see today are 6-bangers.

Other half had same car but rusty blue, driver seat held up by 2 by 4, and decayed French fries fed critters, ugh!