Still Turning heads at 40

Still Turning heads at 40

Well, here goes . . . it all started when on holidays on the Sunshine Coast and we decided to hire a convertible Mustang for a day. We scored a white 66 with a 302 V8 and a c4 auto. It was the best fun, we drove all day on every road we could find from Caloundra to Noosa, I had my shirt unbuttoned and ended up with a very strange shaped sunburn with a perfect white seatbelt stripe across my chest! I just loved it when the traffic lights changed to red, because I got to go through the gears and hear that sensational American V8 burble.
After returning the car, I told my wife that I was going to get one of those, to which she smiled wryly, "yeah right where will the money for that come from?"
"Don't worry about that just yet", I said, "it will sort itself out".
Upon returning home, some shares from a recently floated insurance company which I held went on the open market, in the price bloodbath which followed, I ended up with a shitload. So I went out and bought a "Unique Cars" mag to find my red '67 convertible. I opened it up and after flicking the pages a couple of times, there it was . . . an unbelievable, red 1967 convertible and only 40 minutes up the road! I jumped into the car and headed off to see it, negotiated the exact price I wanted and paid a deposit.
The guy had recently brought it over from the States after driving it around on hols, it was still in the left-hand drive configuration.
The interior was really stuffed, the red carpet was a faded pink the seats split and even the paint on the top of the door trims was faded! Seems it spent all it's life in Southern California where it never rains (something of which, every teenager of the 70's is fully aware).
Astonishingly the tosser that sold it had removed the brand new battery which was in it and replaced it with another which collapsed when I tried to start it after he had delivered the car and left! Amazing the level of pathetic greed and low integrity of some people.
Anyhow, there it was, a classic and in my garage 6 months after the Christmas cruise. As we stood there in front of it I said to my wife, well, what do ya reckon?
to which she replied, You are an arsey bastard!
(I actually believe you can have anything you want, you just need to ask for it and expect it - I discovered others think this way too, when they released this movie).