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Project about more than a car

Published 3:11pm Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Two months ago I didn’t know a solenoid from an alternator.

If I was put on the spot, I couldn’t have picked out a temperature sending unit from a line up if it was stuck between a spark plug and a radiator.

I was to car repair what former Vice President Dan Quayle was to spelling.

That slowly began to change in June.

A trip to McGough Auto Parts in Honoraville left me in love with a presidential blue, 1968 Mustang GT.

The car was sitting in a field of nearly knee-high grass at the end of a long row of Mustangs that hadn’t seen the highway in years if not decades.

To quote singer and songwriter David Wilcox, it was a field full of “rusty, old American dreams.”

These were cars who need someone to love them and bring them back to life.

I set my heart of rescuing the 1968 GT, which hadn’t run in at least eight years due to the fact that the engine, a 351 Windsor that had been stuffed under the hood some years back, caught on fire while riding down the road.

That’s a tall order for someone who had never even changed a spark plug.

But a couple of weeks later, with my wife’s blessing, my dad and I made the drive out to Honoraville to get the car. Since the pony car wasn’t exactly ready to gallop, Mr. Ricky McGough was nice enough to load it up on a wrecker and haul it to my garage where the work of restoring the car to its former glory would take place.

For the past couple of months my dad and I have worked side by side replacing parts damaged by the fire, cleaning and polishing others and putting it all back together again.

I’ve learned what a solenoid is, and can even install one.

I can lift the hood and show you where the alternator is hiding.

And if there was a guilty temperature sending unit in a line up, I could point it out.

I wouldn’t be able to do that if it weren’t for my dad.

Everything I know about cars and engines can probably still fit on the top of a radiator cap, but everything I know about cars and engines he taught me.

And while it was a lot of fun to hear the engine in that presidential blue, 1968 Mustang GT fire up, and to be able to climb behind the wheel and take it for a spin around the block on Saturday, the best part of the whole project has been being able to do it with my dad.

I couldn’t have rescued the Mustang without him.

Not only that, I wouldn’t have wanted to.

  • seenitall

    I see where our State Highway has given us a ton of money to spend on our Streets? Highways?. I see where a very dangerous yellow blinking light has been removed at the intersection of Balavlava and Ft. Dale. Several thousands of dollars have cost those who were blinded by this light as they speed along this stretch.

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  • seenitall

    I am Not a “Ford Man”, but You won’t be sorry to spend money on this older model sports car. It is not loaded down with
    so-called EPA Directives which hinder the performance of
    all vehicles. The very latest New vehicles are drowning in pure junk. Go For It.

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