one of those guys that had a billion cars already... and grew up in the midwest so plenty of rust...
first car was really 3 cars, my uncle gave me two 68 Galaxy 500s (on parts and one with a 390 and C6 auto) and a 64 Galaxy 500 2dr hardtop with 289 and 3-on-the-tree that was found in a field - full of mice and such, but after sitting for something like 15yrs, a little gas in the carb and fired right up. Beat the living crap out of both cars and would shoot through ditches at 50mph with the six-four single handedly inventing "redneck drifting"
My friends would be freaking out and looking back, understandably so! PO of the 64 said it would do 72mph in 2nd, so I went for it and held that 289 at valve-float for over a mile at 68mph one time!! Stupid 16yr old, but long live the 289! Ford man ever since.
Then my asshole dad kept them since he titled them in his name (needless to say we didn't have the best of relationships
), so my first official car in my name was a 70 Mustang coupe with a 302/C4. Blew it up within a year as I would do one-wheel-peels for blocks with crazy wheel hop. I drove it wide open to school nearly every day - not joking at all - at 118mph. I was absolutely nuts.
Somewhere along the line I grew up - more or less
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