Any good ideas on where to start looking? Budget would probably be 10 - 20K? Not even sure it that's enough? Are Fastback's more expensive than the Coupe's? Thanks very much!
I found my 66 fastback on AutoTempest.com.Any good ideas on where to start looking? Budget would probably be 10 - 20K? Not even sure it that's enough? Are Fastback's more expensive than the Coupe's? Thanks very much!
Okay. Really appreciate the input and advice. If I sold my wife's Lexus, that would about cover it, but then I would be banished to the camper.I found my 66 fastback on AutoTempest.com.
That is a good budget for a coupe, prices for decent fastbacks are considerably more than coupes. I'll likely be corrected, but double that budget for a fastback add a little patience and you might find one.
Yes, but the Mustang is a ton more fun. My wife has an AMG, and while better on long trips the Mustang has more thrills per mile But you're probably right to keep hers in the drivewayOkay. Really appreciate the input and advice. If I sold my wife's Lexus, that would about cover it, but then I would be banished to the camper.
Great story. My parents sold my high school '66 Mustang once I moved away without any warning, and I was crushed. Later, I also was annoyed not to have kept my custom plates which had my name. So happy you got yours back for the rest of us!45 years ago, and the second week into my Junior year at high school, my father moved us from Minneapolis to a small farm town just north of the Iowa border.
Needing a vehicle to escape from reality, I started bicycling through the small farm town. I arrived at the used car lot of the only car dealership in town. They carried a mixture of new cars, farm trucks and assorted hay wagons. On that crisp fall day, I spied a rough looking, red 1967 Mustang Fastback sitting in the very back corner of the lot. It looked as if it was forgotten in time, abandoned, traded-in on something that would actually be useful on a dairy farm. The year was 1975. I immediately found the salesman/owner/mechanic and paid the outrageous price of $300 I had saved from hand-washing dishes at the local restaurant. The faded red pony was a 289 two barrel, with a three speed manual on the floor, small crumples on both ends, and was missing the Mustang logo on the front grill. The interior was black and the gas gauge never worked. I ran out of gas multiple times cruising the small town at night, which is what we did at 24 cents a gallon. The town had one very large police officer named Rodney, that had mercy on me and would push the Mustang with his big bumpered cruiser to the small gas station where he would unlock the station, turn on the pump, and help me fill up to get back on the streets. Once in the dead of winter, at 2 am while driving back from another small farm town, I ran out of gas and had to walk a half mile in -20 temps to wake up a farmer for gas.
I cut the original two-into-one stock exhaust and made it throaty sounding with dual Thrush mufflers. I also installed a Hurst T handle and boot to the manual shifter. One of the motor mounts was permanently broke, and the engine always lifted and banged when I got on it. Seventeen was a good age to have a Fastback. I raced it five times on a straight stretch of road south of town and the quarter mile ended at a wayside rest that young spectators could sit and watch the American Graffiti finish. It was also one mile from the Minnesota/Iowa border, in case we needed to make a run for it.
Oh, just a side-bar, the ’67 Mustang tires had the exact width to fit on the railroad tracks that ran through town. After letting out a little air pressure in each tire, I could put it on the rails in first gear, let out the clutch, jump out and sit on the hood while it chugged down the tracks. In fact, we could have five high schoolers sitting on top of the car going down the tracks drinking Hamm’s beer all the while.
Keeping with the family tradition of selling everything that meant something to us, the Mustang was sold in 1975 to a local farmer for the same amount I paid for it, $300. It was replaced eventually with a 1967 six-cylinder baby blue Camaro.
Today, Forty-five years later I started to reminisce for that car. I wondered whether I could find the red Mustang after all this time and buy it back so I could have a piece of history that would plug one of the childhood voids.
I’ve always envied the people who still have their high school cars and restored them back to the days of “muscle cars are just what we drove!” condition.
After some prompting from a friend who restores old Corvettes, and actually had one in the National Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, I found my former high school’s Facebook page. I made a post asking for any information on the where abouts of the red Mustang Fastback. I left my cell phone, email, address and a picture of a red ’67 that was restored on the Facebook post. I closed my laptop, said a prayer, and went to work.
Thinking this was a total long shot, and not really expecting to find it 45 years later, the cell phone rang two minutes later. The caller said, “I’m the guy who bought the car from you in 1975. Where you tall, skinny and had long curly dark hair?”
My heart leaped as I drove down the road. I had to pull over before I crossed the center line. “Yes I was that guy!”
He told me the car was taken to his dairy farm. He made an arrangement with a farm hand that he’d receive the Mustang as payment for bailing hay all summer.
Story has it, the farm hand took the car out before working it off, and crashed it on a Friday night binge. The car was totaled and hauled off to the local salvage yard, never to be seen again. Larry, who bought it from me said he tried to hunt it down for the same reasons, it’s a 67 Mustang Fastback! But by then they had crushed it and probably ended up recycled into a hay baler.
I mourned the demise of the old car that beat a 283 Malibu, 351 Mustang, 425 Pontiac land yacht, and hopped-up Maverick. That was a gross inequity and I was mad at the young man who demolished my old car! It was not perfect, or restored by today’s standards, but to a seventeen year old man/child it was rough and perfect in every way. I felt the void more than ever.
But all was not lost! Larry told me he had torn down an old, dilapidated machine shed and found the Mustang’s original rear valance with my original license plate still attached to it. He never switched license plates and said he would be more than happy to ship it to my Montana address.
There is the answer. I will not get the car back. It is gone forever, which is almost better than knowing its still out there and never to be found. What I did get back is that which date-stamped the year and place of ownership of my favorite car from 45 years ago. The valance and license plate are mounted on old barn wood and hanging in my garage. Every time I pull my not-so-1967 Mustang in and out of the garage it is there in full view. The one that got away has been returned, even if only partially.
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Thanks, very much! Sorry to hear about your 'Stang, and know exactly how that feels!Great story. My parents sold my high school '66 Mustang once I moved away without any warning, and I was crushed. Later, I also was annoyed not to have kept my custom plates which had my name. So happy you got yours back for the rest of us!
Very cool! Nice looking 66 and that's and what a bonus to get the old stuff back and mount in your current 66. Thanks for reply!I recently found a 66 coupe I built from a stripped wrecking yard body in the early 1980’s. I didn’t buy it back but the current owner sent me the R model front valance and all my old SW gauges. The valance and the salvageable gauges, including the speedo, will go in my current 66.
Thanks Ron. Sounds like you had a cool 66 in the "let's try that for the fun of it" period of our lives. Sioux Falls isn't to far from where I had the '67. Cheers!Such a great story and resonates so well with many of us. Mine was in Sioux Falls, SD driving a plain jane 66 Candle Apple Red, C code coupe.
Any 1/2 witted idea my buddy had (with the possibility of saving money) I was gullible enough to try it on my Mustang. Including installing the leaf springs above the rear axle,
(nice stance) but almost launched the drive shaft through the tunnel on prom night. Not how I pictured prom night ending with my Mom picking me and my date up!
Amazing that you got a piece of the old car as a reminder.
Thanks, much! I'll give it a look! Yes, I'm shaking my head at what they sell for. But, in Montana, 55-65K for a new truck is totally acceptable??Hey Robert
Here is one locally (Houston, Tx area). No endorsement as I have not seen it.
Not sure what your budget is, but 67's continue to demand crazy prices.
Is there anything wrong with rebuilding a 66 coupe to find out if I really enjoy working on cars again? 67 Fastbacks seem so inflated. Thanks for the input!That's an awesome story, Thanks for sharing it with us. Pretty cool that he still had the valance/tag combo and offered it back to you.
So what mustang do you have now?
Nothing wrong at all with rebuilding a 66 coupe. Just try to find the most solid car with as little rust as possible. From an earlier post I think you mentioned a budget of 10 to 20 K. That should get you a running and driving coupe that you can drive and enjoy as you work on it. Good luck with your search.Is there anything wrong with rebuilding a 66 coupe to find out if I really enjoy working on cars again? 67 Fastbacks seem so inflated. Thanks for the input!
Thanks for the valued input. I just found (stumbled across) a 1965 Fastback for sale in my neck of the woods. Which is deep in the woods to find anything Mustang related, especially a Fastback.Nothing wrong at all with rebuilding a 66 coupe. Just try to find the most solid car with as little rust as possible. From an earlier post I think you mentioned a budget of 10 to 20 K. That should get you a running and driving coupe that you can drive and enjoy as you work on it. Good luck with your search.