It seems like every time I take my car out someone says to me, “I had a Mustang once. Wish I never sold it.” I never sold mine. I bought my dream car, a 66 Mustang Convertible, in 1976 when I was 16 years old and still have it. I paid $650 for it, which my dad thought was way too much money. It was a rust bucket, spring sticking up into the truck, floors pretty much gone, all the usually Mustang corrosion. I filled the body holes with Bondo, and sprayed some paint on it. I loved it.
For many years after collage, it sat in the garage. Finally I decided to restore it. It became a father-son(s) project. The engine was rebuilt. We cut out all the rust, and welded in new metal. I would say that by weight over ½ the body was replaced. I got a friend to paint it. Get this, he is blind but can still lay down a beautiful paint job on a car. I always liked the strip pattern on the 302 Boss, so I copied it, but with “Pony 289” instead of “Boss 302”. The restoration of the body took 3 years. Later I replaced the front suspension, steering, and the rear springs. What a difference that made in the ride, and handling. Last summer, I added the 17” wheels which really enhanced the look.
I still have problems with the steering. For some reason, I can never get the car to take the shortest route from A to B. Every trip seems to take 2 or 3 times longer than it needs to be. I guess I’ll have to keep road testing it until I get this problem resolved.