“Two cars parked on the overpass,
Rocks hit the water like broken glass
I should have known right then it was too good to last
God, its such a drag when youre livin in the past”
A life I never lived, a past I never had, yet I miss it.
Answer ghosted here->“Even the Losers,” Tom Petty
I don’t live in the past, present, or future. I live in the interval.
Where but the past could anyone possibly live? The new millennium really sucks for anyone who grew up in the old one.
Remember when they made cars that didn’t have to have the engine removed to change the spark plugs?
Growing up I drove old mustangs (’65 and ‘69, I was born in ‘64). Every part was necessary and understandable to a shadetree mechanic. You could fix anything with a minimal set of tools.
No longer.
cranky-d,
See above.
I drove a ‘65 red Mustang convertible (and just to make you jealous, it had a 390 with a four barrel!) for years. Long enough to see “Dawn Of The Dead” at the drive-in (Yes! I am that old!). OMG! Those way cool green lights on the instruments?
Now, green lights on the dashboard are common. WTF happened here? I mean, who is left that can remember being delighted at green lights on the dashboard? How many people remember when dashboard lights were invariably white?
Been a bad week, I would guess…
TW: ill31 – Yes I am certainly ill, but even more certainly not 31.
Lost Dog, I’m going to be an ass and call you on the ‘65 mustang with a 390. You can barely cram a 351 Windsor in there (did that with two different 65s). An F.E. will not fit, unless you did some major surgery.
I still own a ‘69 428 4-speed Cobra Jet Mustang. It’s at my dad’s house and needs restoration, and right now I have neither the time nor money to do it.
Got the car for $1700 in 1982. It’s worth a tad more now, I guess.
It could burn the back tires right off.
Good times.