11-18-2011, 05:48 AM
(11-10-2011, 03:10 AM)Steven Harris Wrote: So what year was she?
Any picture history survive?
I use to run from North Carolina to Bridgeport Connecticut as often as I could and a often as I could afford the gas eater that she was....one time, on a dark and windy Saturday morning while in CT she let out a funny noise and died. I got a tow to the house where my sister lived and parked her on the city street.
Since I had to make it back to base before 5:00 am reveille or, 7:30 Formation, Monday morning I went in the house, picked up my back pack and got to hitch-hiking back to North Carolina. It was December then and yes, it was colder than a witch's teat. I remember catching a ride with a fellow service man but, he had his family...and a single cab pick up truck...talk about wind chill...sorry, that's another story.
Anyway, told my sister, before I left, that I would be back in two paydays to pick my Red Girl up and take her back with me. So...time goes by....
I hitched hiked back three weeks later cause I had run into some money and needed to get my baby back.
I somehow talked my Sergeant into letting me have a 4 day pass and started out hitch hiking again to save the money for my baby. Yeah, it was still cold, yeah, I wish I could have paid for a plane ticket but, that's just the way it was...took two full days this time to get back.
I arrived at the end of my sister's street and had 8 blocks to walk. I started walking faster to see her. As I got about a block away there was this big azz truck parked behind my girl so I couldn't even see her as I approached...within 50 feet I saw she was not there at all. It was just an empty spot with a large oil stain and drag marks left by a locked rear end of a car. My car was gone!!!!!
I slammed my fist into my sister's door over and over again and didn't care that is was 4 in the morning...I wanted to know where I could see her. My brother in law came out cussing and I brushed past him into the house yelling "Where the HELL is my car?" My sister, still rubbing sleep-dust out of her eyes..blinks and says..."That was your car? The city came by here a couple days after you left and wanted to know who's car it was. I told them I didn't know and they towed it off."
Uh...er...uh..mmmm, well, my mouth fell open and since it was Saturday I had a heck of a time getting information as to where my car was impounded.
Yeah, I found her...practically stripped of complete interior, new 50 series tires, engine and transmission and driver side door. The guy said for $700, since I didn't have the title with me..he would sell it to me for what storage had cost so far.
So...SIGH...that is a sad but, true story of my first 1969 Mustang Mach 1 M Code Candy Apple Red car. Over the years I had always thought of her and the short fun time we had together...yeah, maybe it was love but, back then that sounded too girly...yeah, it was PC to say stuff like that back then....
No..no pictures..only what is still stuck in my head...
(11-18-2011, 05:48 AM)Copperace Wrote:(11-10-2011, 03:10 AM)Steven Harris Wrote: So what year was she?
Any picture history survive?
I use to run from North Carolina to Bridgeport Connecticut as often as I could and a often as I could afford the gas eater that she was....one time, on a dark and windy Saturday morning while in CT she let out a funny noise and died. I got a tow to the house where my sister lived and parked her on the city street.
Since I had to make it back to base before 5:00 am reveille or, 7:30 Formation, Monday morning I went in the house, picked up my back pack and got to hitch-hiking back to North Carolina. It was December then and yes, it was colder than a witch's teat. I remember catching a ride with a fellow service man but, he had his family...and a single cab pick up truck...talk about wind chill...sorry, that's another story.
Anyway, told my sister, before I left, that I would be back in two paydays to pick my Red Girl up and take her back with me. So...time goes by....
I hitched hiked back three weeks later cause I had run into some money and needed to get my baby back.
I somehow talked my Sergeant into letting me have a 4 day pass and started out hitch hiking again to save the money for my baby. Yeah, it was still cold, yeah, I wish I could have paid for a plane ticket but, that's just the way it was...took two full days this time to get back.
I arrived at the end of my sister's street and had 8 blocks to walk. I started walking faster to see her. As I got about a block away there was this big azz truck parked behind my girl so I couldn't even see her as I approached...within 50 feet I saw she was not there at all. It was just an empty spot with a large oil stain and drag marks left by a locked rear end of a car. My car was gone!!!!!
I slammed my fist into my sister's door over and over again and didn't care that is was 4 in the morning...I wanted to know where I could see her. My brother in law came out cussing and I brushed past him into the house yelling "Where the HELL is my car?" My sister, still rubbing sleep-dust out of her eyes..blinks and says..."That was your car? The city came by here a couple days after you left and wanted to know who's car it was. I told them I didn't know and they towed it off."
Uh...er...uh..mmmm, well, my mouth fell open and since it was Saturday I had a heck of a time getting information as to where my car was impounded.
Yeah, I found her...practically stripped of complete interior, new 50 series tires, engine and transmission and driver side door. The guy said for $700, since I didn't have the title with me..he would sell it to me for what storage had cost so far.
So...SIGH...that is a sad but, true story of my first 1969 Mustang Mach 1 M Code Candy Apple Red car. Over the years I had always thought of her and the short fun time we had together...yeah, maybe it was love but, back then that sounded too girly...yeah, it was PC to say stuff like that back then....
No..no pictures..only what is still stuck in my head...