While the Mustang has always been a part of the family as long as I've been around, I actually started out in the hobby as a Mopar guy thanks to my dad being into the 300-series letter cars. My first 4 cars were all Dodge/Plymouth A-bodies (Demon/Dart/Duster/etc). One time a guy pulled up next to me at a light as I was sitting in my '73 Dart Sport and asked me "What's that got in it, a 350?"I once had a guy stop next to me at a light and ask "What year is your Camaro?".... :-(
Maybe he knew it was .060" over? lol.While the Mustang has always been a part of the family as long as I've been around, I actually started out in the hobby as a Mopar guy thanks to my dad being into the 300-series letter cars. My first 4 cars were all Dodge/Plymouth A-bodies (Demon/Dart/Duster/etc). One time a guy pulled up next to me at a light as I was sitting in my '73 Dart Sport and asked me "What's that got in it, a 350?"
For the record, in addition to being ignorant, he was 10 cubes off. It was a 340, and even had the badging on the fenders calling it out.
At least she didn't say, " You look like my grandpa in that car"!A cute young chick was driving along side me and passing appreciative glances my way. I was feeling mighty attractive when we stopped along side each other at the stoplight until she said “ my grandpa has one just like it “
Should have told him it was a 2005 and let that rattle around his brain for a bit.I once had a guy stop next to me at a light and ask "What year is your Camaro?".... :-(
no way! 🤣🤣I once had a guy stop next to me at a light and ask "What year is your Camaro?".... :-(
A few years back, I was leaving my parents house in my mustang, and I just reached the first intersection in the residential area that I was driving thru. A couple in their 50’s were approaching on the sidewalk, about to cross. I stop to let them cross, and the wife (a very hefty lady) pointed at my car to mention how nice it looked. It seemed that pointing and walking were two activities that she was not prepared to execute simultaneously, and subsequently sprained her ankle as she took a misstep off the curb, and ate concrete.Then two weekends ago a shirtless elderly man in swim trunks and Crocks almost flipped his mobility scooter off the curve cause he gave me thumbs up while I was driving. He was close to eating blacktop but was smiling ear to ear.
...with a column shift?I had a guy approach me at a gas station in Wickenburg, AZ while I was filling up. Proceeds to tell me he had one just like mine. Except his was a 67, a coupe, and green in color.
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You’re definitely near the middle of the Venn diagram for these encounters. I salute your patience!Believe me, you are a LOT more likely to run into "weirdo car guys" when you are a youngish chick driving a hot rod... a LOT
i also get the nice car want to sell, I had one like it etc. Two people have asked to take a picture of the car so I say sure. I save all the notes I find on the car in the car file. A county sherriff in a Charger pulled up next to me at a rural red light. We took off and put the hammer down pretty good but stayed under the speed limit. Guess he was bored. The other cars sat at the green light watching. Pulled up to the beach to surf and a police car in behind me. He pulled up and talked a bit. He wanted to sell me his 73 convertible. Other beachgoers looked at me as if I were John Dillinger. A girl at the beach maybe 5 years old asked " mister what happened to your car?". Her mother was about to swallow her teeth. I told her it has very old. At an I-95 rest area a kid came up and asked what year the car is (67 Fastback). I told him he was right and he punched his sister and said I told you it was a 67. Sometimes a person asking about your car had one like it and wants to sell you some original parts. I have gotten parts this way several times. You never know.It's not unusual to get a little attention while driving these old cars and I try to be gracious about it even when someone is an idiot. Hell, the attention is a big reason to bother owning it - it's fun.
But last Friday morning I was driving it to work and it got downright weird. Twice. First, I was at a light where two six-lane roads intersect, and a dude two lanes over in a truck starts yelling out his window "I have a sixty five--" and immediately a car stopped between us. The light turned green instantly, I took off, and laughed for half a block.
I've had some version of that happen at least 50 times over the years. But then two miles and 5 minutes later was the real absurdity. I was in the middle lane, stopped at another VERY busy intersection daydreaming and listening to the radio. All of a sudden there's a guy standing in the road talking to me through the passenger window. I hadn't seen him coming at all. Panhandlers work this particular intersection all the time, and that was my instant assumption. But this dude was dressed business-casual and had gotten out of his car, a couple cars back, to ask me what year mine is and another 10 seconds of generic talk. I was so shocked I don't even remember what he said.
Any other live ones out there?
I went to a "Cruise-In" at the local vo-tech center about 20 years ago.... A kid (male) said "Cool car! What year is it?" and I replied "Nineteen Twenty-Seven". He said "No kidding?". Ah, the innocence of youth....Should have told him it was a 2005 and let that rattle around his brain for a bit.
I was coming back from a VW meet in my '58 bug with another guy in his '70 Bug. We came around a corner and two teenager kids saw us. One pointed to us and started beating the H3LL out of his friend.At an I-95 rest area a kid came up and asked what year the car is (67 Fastback). I told him he was right and he punched his sister and said I told you it was a 67.
Aww Josh, I'm disappointed in you. You could've had quite the conversation with him. Ya know, with our level of sarcasm and all.Last week on a trip to Illinois in the FB, I made a pit stop at a rest area. As I made my way back to the car, a guy approached and proceeded to proclaim his father used to own a 65 1/2 mustang, etc, etc,.......I just smiled politley and continued on my journey....
Have you heard from her lawyer yet? You will probably be held responsible.A few years back, I was leaving my parents house in my mustang, and I just reached the first intersection in the residential area that I was driving thru. A couple in their 50’s were approaching on the sidewalk, about to cross. I stop to let them cross, and the wife (a very hefty lady) pointed at my car to mention how nice it looked. It seemed that pointing and walking were two activities that she was not prepared to execute simultaneously, and subsequently sprained her ankle as she took a misstep off the curb, and ate concrete.
I pulled over to help, ended up having an ambulance, a fire truck, and police all show up…
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