So I haven’t had any time to write on this web site quite as often as I might like, on account of the fact that I’ve been running around town with my Dad manage his wet & wild midlife crisis. Okay, I suppose it isn’t as far gone as it could be. How it went, I mean how he did it was he got all done up like the Fonz or something, and come over to my crib and proclaim to me, in his jazziest dialect: “Get ready, dude, you and I are out scouting for some classic Mustangs for sale. You better believe it, dude, I’m totally set to buy an old school muscle car.”
And so we were hopping around to all of those weird classic car sales lots that I’m just about convinced are owned by the mob, and I witness the old man cut a check without even stopping to think, for a very shiny classic car. It really is one hell of a machine. It sounded great too.
Notice that I said that last sentence in the past tense. It sounded really nice right up until it seized up completely. The old man maintains that it’s a simple thing to fix and he just needs to find the right part. I’m thinking, it can’t possibly be as straightforward to find 1966 Mustang parts as it was some a million years ago, but he tells me there’s a really nice-sized availability for them in spite of their age. From what I’m told the best place to find parts for 1969 Mustangs is by way of web auctions, because you can find them refurbbed and sometimes as good as they were 30 years ago. Not necessarily that inexpensive, though… I mean, they are thirty year old Ford Mustang parts.
Not the worst midlife crisis ever, I guess. It would’ve been worse if he’d decided to buy a toupee.