What Sh_TTY, Garbage, Vintage Truck, Car Or SUV Do You Like In SPITE Of All Its Faults? And DARE We Ask The Question, WHY?

MB Gullwing

LOL Those go for upwards of a million bucks now, nothing shtty about it, but I’ll take a 70’s 2 door G Wagon

My shtty vintage car is a Mustang Grande that I bought when I was 14. It was supposedly a 1971, but when I got my dad to register it, the vin came back as a 72. It was a worn-out, harvest-gold wreck, into which I put an avocado green interior out of a wrecked Mustang because the interior was shot. I kept cans of oil in the trunk because every fill up brought at least one can of oil into play. It swayed like a boat. The 351 made noise, generated diesel-like smoke, but not very rapid propulsion. On a good day it would get 12mpg. The brakes would lock up in a heartbeat. Surprisingly, the air conditioning was operational. And yes, I drove it illegally for two years. In high school, I'd leave town when school was out on Friday and head either to Rancho Palos Verdes or to Palm Springs because I knew people in both places and as long as I was back in time for school to begin, my family was none the wiser because they paid attention to nothing going on under their noses. I drove it all through high school and junked it when I graduated, inheriting my dad's equally worn-out Jeep Cherokee for a few years. A while ago I was curious to see if the Mustang was still at the junk yard and it was, so I bought it. The restoration includes the color mismatch, the horrid brakes, and the 351 which surprisingly could be overhauled. For shits and giggles when we got it, we tried to see if we could get it to start and the damned thing did. The Grande was a Mustang in name only. The Thunderbird had grown into a porcine mess and the Chevy Monte Carlo was a lot smaller and people liked it, so Ford threw something at the problem.

While we seem to be often at odds Matt, isn't it telling when someone zings you when you are telling a totally personal story without controversy, reason to cause a difference of opinion or angst. The way I see it there are haters out there who hate purely on a personal level not on the basis of what is written.

The hilarious thing is that people think that voting me down is going to "hurt my feelings" and that "will put me in my place". It's very passive aggressive and if I had gone into my chosen field rather than the business of cars, I'd be helping these fools with borderline personality disorder until their insurance crapped out.

Great story as usual Matt!

The great stories are what went on in Rancho Palos Verdes and Palm Springs. LOL

In RPV I was pressed into service as a bartender, so at 14, I knew how to mix drinks and i saw to it that the adults got shit faced drunk time and time again.

I have to say the Grande was the worst looking of the bunch for Mustangs in 71/72 and yours seems to be handicapped by the color and interior. On the other hand a girl down the street from me had a 71 convertible with the ram air hood in dark blue that was beautiful and one of my best friends had a slightly modified Boss 351 which was blisteringly quick for the day and was also beautiful. So just look at the front end, put the ram air hood on it and call it a day.

I had no money to speak of and I wanted nothing more than to get away from my messed up family. Thus, a cheap Mustang that ran was the answer. The color was immaterial and I didn't care what color the replacement seats were. I decided to keep it faithful to what is was when I first owned it because that car was representative of me coming out swinging and clawing to get somewhere. It got towed once in Palm Springs because the police assumed it was an abandoned car in the neighborhood and decided not to wait for the people of the neighborhood to call in and complain. So, as it's being taken away, I'm running after it yelling to no avail. The owner of the house--an attorney--called the mayor and the car was delivered back with a roasted police officer delivering an apology.