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First of all its a family heirloom my uncle traded it for a rolex that he found in the streets of Los Angeles to a pawn shop during the 80's. My uncle fucked up the car in 3 years never changed the oil crashed it a couple of times, then sold it to my mom and dad. My Dad went on a mission to restore it in the late 80's fixed the mechanical problems himself went to the junkyard looked for the parts fixed it himself. Then payed a buddy of his to paint it, that was his buddies first paint job. My dad went from stock red to a custom light blue with grey. The car was originally suppose to be for my mom, but once it was done my dad didn't think it was reliable for her so he kept it and drove it, shit i was probably conceived in there lol... That was my dad's daily driver for 15 years. Then because of a truck that had big pipes hanging in front of us on the 710 it was throwing pieces of something at us and well we assumed it was the chain that ripped my dad tried changing lanes and well he got in a car accident. Three years latter and another 71 mustang latter we created one out of both and kept ours and just used the other one for parts. It was drivable with a fresh coat of paint. three years latter or once i turned 16 he handed me the keys, then i was on the mission to update the old car. I got a new dash cover carpet door panels emblems updated the sound system and had it as my car throughout high-school. During higschool with help from teachers and friends i did some motor work updated the carb intake manifold (elderbrock) headers (headman) and of course some flow master exhaust. After i hooked up the pony and everything seemed good till a freaking tree fell on it so the whole front end was banged up and scratched up. It couldn't have happened in the worst time it was my senior year when i was trying to chase all the girls at my high-school. Then things kept getting worse and worse i had so much stress at the time i stopped sleeping and wouldn't get hungry. After 5 days of not sleeping i became insane all of my friends seemed to be against me and started questioning my sexuality at the worst time and well all the stress led me to doing things i don't usually do and i started to become insane shit i thought i was in the "ford racing team" then my parents realized something was wrong with me and took me to ucla harbor medical center. We waited 6 hours for the psychiatrist, he diagnosed me with either bipolar disorder or schizophrenia he wasn't sure yet so prescribed something for both. So now that i knew i had a mental disorder it felt like everyone in the world knew but it was just the racing thoughts in my head. The doctor said i was to be under supervision 24 hours and would not be allowed to attend school for a whole month and the worst part was i couldn't drive until the doctor said it was okay. A month later doctor said another month of 24 hour supervision no school and no driving. I missed the last two months of my senior year. I almost didn't graduate since i wasn't attending but since i was an honor roll student my doctor talked to all the teachers principles supper intendant and they got me to graduate so that i could still attend any university i wanted to attend too since i had already gotten accepted. For my 18 bday my dad got the dents out and painted it lightning blue he was very generous since my bolts in my head were loose. Once the doc. gave the okay to drive i drove it and drove it everywhere. i would take it to my university in fullerton so i would drive about 100 miles a day on it! Until earlier this year the car was running good it was my daily driver to CSUF until my flywheel started skidding on me and wouldn't crank the starter. I didn't have the money to fix everything that was wrong with it i mean it still has the original suspension so right now it sitting with a fresh paint job brand new wheels and tires with a fucked up suspension and old worn out motor that doesn't start. Its an american beauty a classic a family heirloom that deserves nothing but the finest domestic parts. My dream for this car is to be reliable so that one day i could drive my kid around it all the time and once again hand it down to continue the family heirloom.
I even got a tat on my left forearm so people dont ask me what im driving i hate it when they think its a camaro 5.0s all day!!!!
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