So I haven’t much had any time to post on this weblog half as often as I would’ve liked, owing to all the time I’ve been helping my Dad fuel his super nutball midlife crisis. Okay, some would argue it’s not as far out as it could possibly be. Basically how he showed up was to get himself dressed up like the Fonz, and storm over to my place and casually inform me, in his hippest dialect: “Put some shades on, boy, we’re going out looking for some classic Mustangs for sale. You got it, dude, it’s about time I buy one.”

And so him and me were off to a few of those creepy classic car lots that most people are just about convinced the mob owns and operates, and I can’t believe it when my dad wrote a check on the spot, for an unnaturally well-preserved classic Ford automobile. It really is one hell of a car. It had a great sound too.

I want to point out that I wrote about that sound in the past tense. It sounded really nice right up until it rendered itself silent. The old man informs me that it is just a easy fix and that all it will take is the right part. I’m thinking, it’s not as straightforward to find 1968 Mustang parts as it was over a million years ago, but Dad insists that there’s a pretty big market for them still. From what I’m told the the best bet for finding parts for classic Ford Mustangs is through web auctions, because you can get them refurbbed and often even brand new. They’re only sometimes cheap, however… I mean, we’re talking about ancient Mustang parts.

I guess it could’ve been worse… He might have got himself a big tattoo or something.

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