Those of you with weak stomachs, do not like change, and believe 1978 gave us everything that we will ever need please back away now. Those of you who are still reading, welcome to 2016. This is a short story about evolution.
In the past months, we have been slammed with projects and forced into long weekends at the shop. We know we’re not alone in this! When weekends are taken up with work, one of the casualties becomes your pride and joy sitting in the garage. Then that free weekend finally comes along and you want to take your car out for a nice drive or autocrossing. Next thing you know, you’re sitting on the side of the road or stalled on the track because your cool old ride wasn’t quite as ready as you were.
by Mike Garrett
22nd August 2014
It’s late afternoon on a Thursday and I’m in Hayward, California – a working class city on the east side of the San Francisco Bay. I’m strapped into a bucket seat on the passenger side of Mike Maier’s 1966 Ford Mustang as we rumble down the street, casually passing liquor stores and elementary schools.
Other than wide tires and a dropped stance, this Mustang doesn’t look much different from the countless other Mustang coupes out there, but from the moment you hear this car approaching you know there’s something very different about it.
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