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This is done with a speech to text software. So there may be some mistakes. Undoubtedly there will be. In 1983I wanted to have a 1966 or 1965 Mustang. I lived in Denver, Colorado. I took the first hundred dollars I could get ahold of. From my job and put it in the top drawer in my room. I then proceeded to add a money to it as I could. I looked at every Mustang I could see or find. I thought about them all the time I read about them and I learned about them. I remembered all the ones I had seen from when I was a kid. And I talked to and listen to anybody I could add one. I read all the ads in the paper made lots of calls and saw lots of them.
Finally, I saw one that made sense to me. I wanted to have a six cylinder 200 motor and this one did have it. So I called them up, and they wanted $600 for it and the motor was blown. So I bought the car, because I had the 600 say that by that time. And I brought it home and parked it. I was living in an apartment. So I had a license plates on it and it was. I did so. The next thing I did was save up more money, and I had the car towed to a company called madcap racing north of Denver. I had the motor built into a race motor. It cost me $1500. It would be a lot more than that now. I got the car back. I put special racing carburetor and headers and ignition on it. I had to change a wheel cylinder and put brakes on it. I had to get a new transmission for. It. It actually wasn’t a new transmission. It was one I had been rebuilt, and as soon as I could, I started driving it all the time. I loved that car so much I could spark plugs looked at them every week. I change the oil between 700 and 1500 miles. That’s way more than oil needs changed. Thought about the car all the time, polished it wiped it
I put sheepskin seat covers on the front, and I was happy with it
