So I've pretty much sworn off the "earliest" Mustangs; I sold my '65 and my '68 fastbacks earlier this year.
But.
There is this old lady who is a "neighbor" in the sense that you have neighbors out in the country. She's about a mile as the crow flies from me, 3 miles around on the roads. In a round about way, I went to look at her old 1964 Comet Cyclone to help her come up with a selling price and I ended up buying it. I seem to have some OCD-like, hoarding disease when it involves old, dead, truly pathetic cars.
The old lady bought the car when it was about 9 months old in Santa Barbara, where they lived until 1979. It was her daily driver and she told me stories about the dents--where the butcher at Von's was coming back from his lunch break and lightly side swiped her, how the radio got stolen in the parking lot, etc. (she worked at Von's, which was a grocery store chain in California). When they moved up to Oregon, her husband built a little tow bar to put in place of the front bumper for the Comet and they drug it up behind their old Ford truck (I got to see her pictures). And for the next 30+ years, it sat in a pole barn.
So. I paid way too much for it and drug it home in February. The motor still turned and the oil didn't look too bad.
It came with a 289-4v, PS, PB (drum), AT (bummer), buckets, console, and a dash-mounted tach. Apparently they are all "K code" 289s, but they aren't like the K-code Mustangs.
But.
There is this old lady who is a "neighbor" in the sense that you have neighbors out in the country. She's about a mile as the crow flies from me, 3 miles around on the roads. In a round about way, I went to look at her old 1964 Comet Cyclone to help her come up with a selling price and I ended up buying it. I seem to have some OCD-like, hoarding disease when it involves old, dead, truly pathetic cars.
The old lady bought the car when it was about 9 months old in Santa Barbara, where they lived until 1979. It was her daily driver and she told me stories about the dents--where the butcher at Von's was coming back from his lunch break and lightly side swiped her, how the radio got stolen in the parking lot, etc. (she worked at Von's, which was a grocery store chain in California). When they moved up to Oregon, her husband built a little tow bar to put in place of the front bumper for the Comet and they drug it up behind their old Ford truck (I got to see her pictures). And for the next 30+ years, it sat in a pole barn.
So. I paid way too much for it and drug it home in February. The motor still turned and the oil didn't look too bad.
It came with a 289-4v, PS, PB (drum), AT (bummer), buckets, console, and a dash-mounted tach. Apparently they are all "K code" 289s, but they aren't like the K-code Mustangs.
