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Brought home my dad’s Mustang

Last weekend I drove my dad’s Mustang from the small town it’s known for it’s entire 53 year life, all the way to my house in a city 2 hours away. In 1971, my granddad went to a Ford dealership and bought a brand new Mach 1. Later on, my dad bought it from him when he got married to my mom and upon leaving the wedding, drove it straight to Myrtle Beach. In the backgrounds of family pictures, from the building of the house I grew up in to me sitting in the passenger seat, it has been a part of our family. Sitting in that passenger seat, barely able to see over the dashboard, is where I found my love and passion for all things with four wheels and an engine. A few years ago, my dad lost his battle with cancer and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. Since then, I’ve gotten married to a beautiful wife, done some traveling, and bought a house with plenty of garage space. Being a car guy, I bought the Corvette when I was a kid but there’s been something missing. Now that I have Dad’s pride and joy, it’s like I have a little piece of him back every time I put on some aviators and go from a joyride. I hope everyone gets to experience joy like I have the last few days at some point in their life. Dad, I miss you but Goldie the Mustang is finally a part of my family again and I couldn’t be happier.

by sticcboi

1 Comment

  1. pcweber111

    What a fucking garage. Condolences to you and your family over your dad. That fucking sucks, but I’m glad you have a piece of him with you now. So awesome. Incredible rides.

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