The Car is Back...

Mike's beloved Mustang has returned home all pretty on the outside, but still "wrecked" (as observed by a seven year old) on the inside. Little by little, we will get it done. For now it is pretty exciting just the way it is. We are working on the next step of getting the new headliner and the old glass back in. Then there is the wonderful task of reassembling everything that we took off in the beginning. While the car was being painted, Mike was able to acquire some new wheels and tires for the car. For those that are interested in the details, they are 17 inch wheels and tires in the "Shelby" fashion.

Of course, getting the Mustang home was eventful. Mike called me one evening to tell me he needed me to meet him at the mustang shop that put the doors, hood and fenders back on. (There is a very high degree of difficulty to getting them on "straight", so we had professionals do that) Being in the middle of making dinner, I was obviously ready to drop everything and go. Mike tells me that I am sometimes a stickler for rules. You can imagine my stress when I realized he wanted me to follow him home because he had 1) no license plate because the part that holds it isn't back on yet and it was suspended anyway, 2) there is no glass in the front or back windshield, 3) there are no lights, anywhere, on the car (i.e., brake lights, not that that is important), and 4) It is not really a complete car at this point and it is loud and gets noticed.

Away from the shop we traveled after we convinced the kids that riding in the mustang, as is, without seats, was inadvisable. Keeping careful watch on the...traffic, yeah, only the traffic,...we got 4/5ths of the way home. Carefully, I moved over to get ready to turn left, expecting Mike to follow my lead behind him, when he continued to slow down and start to turn right into a parking lot. My first thought was that the car had something wrong with the newly rebuilt motor. But no, not that at all. In his haste to get his beautiful car home, he forgot to check the fuel gage. He ran out of gas. It was a good laugh, even though I was wondering when we were ever going to have dinner. Luckily our gas can for the lawn mower was relatively full so it was rectified fairly quickly. We got home without further incident. Getting the car done will take awhile, but it is the journey and mostly the outcome that I look forward too.