We spent a week in Orleans, Cape Cod.
Nice place, quiet, water, clams, beer, it's a vacation. Our son and daughter in law stayed with us in a 3 BR, 2 bath home on a quiet street near the cove.
Anywho.... "Yeah, just put the recyclables in the garage door on the right."
Wow. There's a '65 Mustang coupe stick in there! 6 cylinder, but looks OK.
I came home one day to find the left side door open, burglar? Nah, it's the owner. He is looking for a something off the '85 Celica convertible on the other side. It's a parts car for the black one below.
"You want to see it?" Damn right!
He lives on the other side of the street a few houses down. Come to find out the white 'Stang is a parts car! The orange one below is one he and his son are building up. Jim wants to renew the white one because there were only about 2500 of these made, seems automatics were demanded.
That's all well and good, but he also has his grandmother's 1951 Mercury bought new from a local dealer. 55,000 miles, a little chalky on paint but he's got everything about it; window stickers, owner's manual, brochures etc. He doesn't have time or space to do the white parts mustang, we'll talk.
This is the recipient of parts, 6 cylinder automatic. They like it.
A friend was broadside by some old lady running a light and smashed in the Spitfire. The rollbar saved the guy's life, but he'll have back problems his whole life. Jim bought it for $400. and gave it to his wife. She doesn't like it; the headers and Monza exhaust are too teenagery for a quiet middle aged woman; he put 21 miles on it last year.
We'll talk.
Blah, blah, Whale Watch.
This is Grandma's '51. She literally drove it to church every Sunday and walked most everywhere else.
