The Ford Mustang of my grandfather


The Ford Mustang of my grandfather




I honestly don’t know where to start; this may even be a history lesson for some as this is something that has more than 40 years. This object may be the envy of any lover of the industry of cars and specially the American Muscle because I’m going to talk you about the most popular classic, my grandfather’s Ford Mustang 67’. This nice piece of art of engineering was given to my grandfather as his eighteen year old birthday gift. He really enjoyed it during his young years and always talks about how the ladies gathered to just take a ride with him; it really made him feel like some kind of artist. Now on days you can sit with him and watch a shiny gray can in his old hands with the words “Carta Blanca” goes up and down meanwhile he tells you about how sometimes he escaped very late night from home and went to some girl’s house in his ride to pick her up and just go for some random roadtrip all night long. Well, people may wonder what happen to his jewel throughout the time, I’m going to summarize it in a short sentence: the classic was enjoyed in its days and now obsolete. This became more than just a transport media or a magnet for girls, but became like an extra limb to my grandfather. He grew up, got married, raised four kids and did all the necessary to keep the car. He left it in the garage, left it to being eaten by the dust and years. I wonder if he was thinking it may function as an ordinary food which you can left in the freezer for decades and conserve the same aspect, but for the bad luck of my grandparent, it didn’t. Today you can see it and be 100% sure it is anything but a car. The poor jewel can be described as… rotten. If you ask my grandparent he will always tell you he is working on to fix it, but you may know the answer. The strange thing is that he refuses to pay someone to fix it and he really has the money to put it up back to life and maaaaaaaybe think about letting me get my hands on it. But you have to understand this may not represent his life, but it does most of it.