Josh Painter
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- Brazos Valley, TX
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- the-12th-fan.com
- First Name
- Josh
- Vehicle(s)
- 2006 Ford Fusion SEL
I bought one new in 1975.How many performance oriented folks do you know who bought one? It was a Pinto in disguise. Don't hook the word hate on me. It was a perfect example of what you get when you address a different market, and the buyers were a different market. I don't hate it but on the other hand, as a performance oriented buyer I wouldn't have one either.
It was right after a divorce, and I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back. The only one of the possessions I had to sell that really hurt was my Honda 750 Four. I remember it had an Action Fours 4-into-two exhaust system that made it sound like a Porsche.
I had no job and no car. There was a job waiting in another state, but I had no way to get there. Then a friend told me about his brother's '68 Dodge Charger. It had 130K hard miles on it, and the 440 Magnum and auto trans were mostly worn out. It had been sitting in a field for two years.
We put a new battery in it and worked our butts off in the Texas heat for hours to get the thing running. Friend gave me the title and said to send him $500 when I could afford to. So I stopped at a Wal-Mart for a case of cheap motor oil and a case of ATF and set out on my 600 mile journey. The old Dodge got me there, but it burned four tanks of gas and nearly all of the oil and ATF on the way.
When I started the new job, I met a guy at work who also had a '68 Charger. His had a rebuilt engine and transmission, but the body and interior were badly rusted out. Mine had a worn out engine and tranny, but the body and interior were nearly perfect. He offered to buy mine so he could swap engines and transmissions. I sold him the car for $800, sent 500 of it to my friend, and hitched a ride to the local Ford dealer with $300 in my wallet.
There was no way I was going to buy a Granada, and there was little else that appealed to me in his inventory. The dealer had five Mustang IIs on the lot. Four of them had automatics, including the boy racer model with the 140 hp V8, racing stripes, and phony scoops. After driving the automatic Dodge and feeding its ATF habit, I was ready for a manual.
So I put the $300 down on the fastback with the V6 and four speed manual. It had styled steel wheels, the interior group, Dark brown metallic paint and a tan interior. It was not a fast car, but it was reliable, resonably comfortable, had A/C and, most importantly, it was affordable for a young dude starting his life over again. The car served me well, and gave me a way to get back and forth to work and to travel to visit faraway friends come vacation time.
Would I have preferred to have an S-Code '69 GT? Hell yes, but there weren't a lot of those on the used car market in a small town in 1975. In fact, nearly every used Mustang with a four speed I had looked at prior to springing for the Mustang II had been used and abused. I had no intention of jumping back into the situation I had been in with the Charger.
So the Mustang II was less than ideal for someone interested in performance, but so was just about every other new American car at the time. Mine got reasonable gas mileage and the Cologne V6 provided sufficient power for passing on the highway.
Two years after buying the Mustang, I added a motorcycle to the garage, a '77 Suzuki GS-750 four. It was quick, fast and could snake through the twisties. So I had the Mustang II for basic transportation and the motorcycle for performance. Suddenly, my life was just like in the old days before the divorce when I had the CB750 for performance and an ordinary car (a Volvo 122S - the one that looked like a '46 Ford) for transportation. Only difference was I had a much newer car than I had them, and a much otter and better-handling bike. Win - Win.
The point of this long winded diatribe is that the Mustang II was a reflection of the times in which it existed -- nothing more, nothing less. And in my case, it was an immediate solution to my transportation problem. The little car helped me get back on my feet again, and I'll always remember it fondly for that. It never broke down and stranded me, but served me well instead until I could afford to purchase an '85 Volvo Turbo. But that's another story (and a $140 speeding ticket)...
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