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It’s not Thursday anymore and that’s still hideous.
Well not exactly added to. Had a 1974 Maverick. Was walking around the junkyard. Saw a perfectly nice Maverick with mag wheels which as a wannabe car guy I couldnt help but want. Well was sitting on the ground i found a jack in the trunk tried jacking it up sank into the dirt. Found a board for support jacked it up. Vehicle started shifting. I used a half assed support system to get the rim off. Went to the other side no rim. I spent 2 hours getting the 1 rim off only to find no pair.
Lesson learned if you need a pair make sure there is a pair.
The stuff I did to my second Mustang II (the ’77 with the 2300 four) wasn’t exactly controversial… EVERYONE hated it. A buddy of mine owned it and rebuilt the engine as a project for an ASC engine-rebuilding certification class, but made the mistake of swapping in a horsepower cam rather than one with more of a torquey profile, so it was a real dog. He painted it a beautifully vibrant metallic blue but got some overspray on the windshield, which he removed with an orbital sander, which… well, it was a learning experience. Anyway, then he sold it to me for $400. I used it on a rural paper route, and since it was already a ridiculous P.O.S., I decided to embrace the P.O.S.ness fully. I used a torch to cut a “sunroof” into the roof, the better to toss newspapers to both sides of the street on my route. The cutting route happened to go through some reinforcing sheetmetal, which I then had to clamp in place so the remaining sheetmetal didn’t flap so hard in the wind at freeway speeds that it would tear itself apart. And then I figured I’d improve the faux-woodgrain instrument cluster by hand-painting it in psychedelic day-glo colors, labeling each gauge and turn indicator in groovy fonts. Wish I’d kept that piece or at least taken a picture, I really thought it looked cool.
About five years before that I’d driven my first car (a 1978 Mercury Zephyr wagon) down to Rosarito Beach in Mexico with a couple of pals, and while there I bought a pair of horns removed from the skull of a bull. I initially thought to attach them at the front of the hood like an asshole ’70s Texas oil baron would, but the horns were smallish and black so it looked too much like a mustache, so I mounted them above the windshield instead. For some reason I thought that looked pretty nifty. When I eventually unloaded the car, I filled the holes and kept the horns and still have them. Never did get around to installing them on any other car, though.