Before I moved to North Carolina someone sent me a list of things to know about living in the South. Like, if you're driving behind someone who's only going 8mph, be patient because they learned how to drive on a John Deere and that's as fast as they go. The tip related to the Mustang is if your car breaks down, don't panic; within ten minutes a truckload of rednecks will arrive to help. If you've ever had a classic Mustang (or another form of hoopty-car) you may also know the value of AAA plus with the free 50 miles of towing. When I lived in Florida, every time a part wore out or fell off I was either at the house or the office. I never got stuck on the side of the road, and I thank divine intervention and Father Tom's blessings for that. In North Carolina I often got stuck on the side of the road or going down the off ramp of I-77. And always, within 5-10 minutes, someone (usually a truckload of rednecks) stopped to push the car off the road, and either fix it or give me a ride to wherever I was going. Anytime the Mustang crapped out, I just took a deep breath, got out and waited. A big thank you to all of you who stopped to help me.
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I rebuilt a '66 Mustang coup that had lots and lots of character, as well as the typical old stang problems. If you've ever had one, you know of which I speak. Here are some of my Not-As-Funny-At-The-Time stories of my beloved Mustang.
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Remind me to tell you the story of how my '91 Toyota shit the bed en route to see McCartney in Miami in 2004 and the 4 hours I spent stranded at Walgreen's waiting for a ride, and how this ultimately resulted in my seeing McCartney from the front row at Madison Square Garden...
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