Today I drove the Mustang (65 FastBack)to work 37 miles one way. It was finally time to have some faith and cut the strings from home. She has around 350 put on about two at a time as I adjusted her needs here and there. This trip was a testament of faith and kahoontas. Oh... besides the guys at work needed to empty their saliva bags.
All went well on the way to work and I even found a premium parking spot. The ride home proved to be even better as I headed into the setting Florida sun along the Turn Pike and then onto another. I only take her to 60mph. Period. The turnpike has construction all the way of my travel right now with a speed limit of 60mph...all good there. The second toll road goes to 65mph so 60 is fine there too. Well... I was approaching a long gentle curve going 60 and saw way way up ahead a car hit its brakes... amateur observation tells me a cop is out of sight farther up ahead so a quick confirmation shows I am still at 60. Sure enough two state troopers are visible in the median with others flanking east and west bound.
Now I just got done telling myself if I got pulled over by a cop and he asks me "...do you know why I pulled you over son"? ...I would say "...because you like my car". Well that fantasy did not exactly include me going under the speed limit buy five. As I passed the Troop fest One of the two parked driver door to driver door in the median immediately threw his car in reverse onto my side and I saw the head lights toss up...followed by the next and the next and the next and an un marked car. I got boxed out and the officer that held my left side held next to my door. I smiled while looking forward knowing something was going down and I was about to be invited. With that smile I turned to look at the Office that slowed next to my shoulder and he shouts out his passenger side window into my open driver window (moments before pumping in a Florida Friday evening breeze)
"...CAN I LOOK AT YOUR CAR..."? I yelled " ...SURE".
I spent the next 30 minutes having a party of troopers admire my car from tail to nose.
The hood seemed to be the focal point and as each officer came to the front of the hood open Mustang they muttered things like
"...wholly sheeit"
"...Wow"
"...man"
"...damn"
The radiator and whirring electric fan were the most admiring part. Guessing on horsepower, oil pan size, brake set up, master and on and on.
The one that pulled me over has owned 18 Mustangs and has a new GT. He has been looking for a 65 FastBack and can not find one.
I left with a smile.
All went well on the way to work and I even found a premium parking spot. The ride home proved to be even better as I headed into the setting Florida sun along the Turn Pike and then onto another. I only take her to 60mph. Period. The turnpike has construction all the way of my travel right now with a speed limit of 60mph...all good there. The second toll road goes to 65mph so 60 is fine there too. Well... I was approaching a long gentle curve going 60 and saw way way up ahead a car hit its brakes... amateur observation tells me a cop is out of sight farther up ahead so a quick confirmation shows I am still at 60. Sure enough two state troopers are visible in the median with others flanking east and west bound.
Now I just got done telling myself if I got pulled over by a cop and he asks me "...do you know why I pulled you over son"? ...I would say "...because you like my car". Well that fantasy did not exactly include me going under the speed limit buy five. As I passed the Troop fest One of the two parked driver door to driver door in the median immediately threw his car in reverse onto my side and I saw the head lights toss up...followed by the next and the next and the next and an un marked car. I got boxed out and the officer that held my left side held next to my door. I smiled while looking forward knowing something was going down and I was about to be invited. With that smile I turned to look at the Office that slowed next to my shoulder and he shouts out his passenger side window into my open driver window (moments before pumping in a Florida Friday evening breeze)
"...CAN I LOOK AT YOUR CAR..."? I yelled " ...SURE".
I spent the next 30 minutes having a party of troopers admire my car from tail to nose.
The hood seemed to be the focal point and as each officer came to the front of the hood open Mustang they muttered things like
"...wholly sheeit"
"...Wow"
"...man"
"...damn"
The radiator and whirring electric fan were the most admiring part. Guessing on horsepower, oil pan size, brake set up, master and on and on.
The one that pulled me over has owned 18 Mustangs and has a new GT. He has been looking for a 65 FastBack and can not find one.
I left with a smile.
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