goofybruce wrote:
When I was in the Air Force, I bought a 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible (white) from a lieutenant (I was a three-striper) who was being sent to Vietnam. The car was only about 18 months old when I bought it.
In August, 1969, when Hurricane Camille came ashore just west of Biloxi, I parked the car in a lot high above the beach and spent the night in a beachfront hotel (where I worked weekends for the TV station located in the ground-floor "basement").
The next morning, went to the car and saw that a big branch (about 6-8 inches around, had crashed butt-end first through the canvas top and the car had partially filled with water. Of course, being a poor airman, the only insurance I could afford at the time was collision and liability. And, doubly 'of course', the agent said the storm damage was not covered.
I patched the leak (and entire top) with flowered contact paper (it was the late '60s) and drove the car for another few months. Got married in December that year and a couple of months later, bought a new car, selling my 'stang to the owner of a bar just off base.
I got divorced 20 years ago and I still miss my Mustang....
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I appreciate you commenting...even though it's a bit of a sad story. There's been a bazillion books written about the affinities we car people develop for our chosen rides. Most of the writings are a bit superficial. I've often thought of putting pen to paper in an effort to explain the most basic level of understanding of how and why this deep-seated relationship between man and car is manifested to such an extreme level. It doesn't take long for me to realize the project is way over my head. That realization signals to me that it's high time to head to my car and take a long ride. Reasons be damned.