K sagas

I once tried to start similar topics with no result. One had to do with the "secret" lives our Kars have before we get them. I like your idea, though. Good luck.

Right, Lyle, but if there were a specific category, it might work. And, if it didn't, nothing lost. Just my 2 cents.

When I read this post it brought to mind all the different stories I remembered as a young boy. All the smack talk at our local car hops, rumors and sometime true situations. How the back row was ALWAYS reserved for the hot rods.

Great Idea to do this.

Gary

This is a Fantastic Idea!

Let me tell you, when I was a young boy my Dad used to tell me stories about back in 60's when he and his brother shared a '65 K code coupe with a 289 Hipo. He said it was dark green with red line tires. He told me how my grandpa would get mad because they used to burn the tires up on it over and over. His best friend had a '67 barracuda fastback, so that's what they did with all their spare time; pull the two cars into the garage, work on them and race them together. I used to daydream looking at the pictures of the cars as a kid. He told me many cool stories about that car that in turn inspired me to have one.

My first mustang was actually a red '68 coupe that I myself drove in high school. But my true dream was always to own a 65/66 Fastback GT. Although succeeding, it needed total restoration because I could not afford a restored/finished one, but I still felt lucky.

Every time I work on or even look at my mustang, I remember my Father, and him talking about his "Hipo Mustang" I think the stories and folklore about our classic mustangs is what makes them what they are. It let's us forget about the money, the parts, the numbers and remember the experiences with family and friends and just enjoy them. It's the next best thing to driving them.

One day I hope to give this car to my son. (lucky for me, he's a newborn, so I have some time.. <img src=images/icon_smile_wink.gif border=0 align=middle> ) I look forward to sharing stories with my son and creating some with him too. Everyone enjoys reading and listening to nostalgic, interesting, experiences with their pony car. I would love to read and contribute to a nostalgic "Mustang Folklore" category in the forum. Again, great idea.

Back in the '60s, Lake Street in south Minneapolis was a drag racing haven for musclecars. I used to hear stories from an older guy who had a Mustang coupe with a 289 swapped in place of its 6 cylinder. I didn't move to the area until 1990, by which time part of it had become a trendy shopping, dining, and entertainment "Uptown" area where mostly twenty-somethings hang out. Shortly after moving there, I was stuck trying to make a left turn in this area (a block north of W. Lake Street on Hennepin Ave. S.) about midday on a Saturday. The sidewalks were crowded with shoppers, lunchtime diners, and slackers. After about 5 minutes of sitting there with my blinker on, I saw a small opening. Popping the clutch and literally standing on the accelerator, I squealed through my turn in a cloud of tire smoke. I had to stop a short distance farther, and when I let off the gas I could hear lots of whooping and cheering coming from the crowd. Boy that was a great feeling, and this was with a C- code 2 barrel 289. I had a dual exhaust with only cheap glasspacks, so it was plenty loud, too! I'll probably be gentler with the redlines and restored Hipo in place of the "meats" and plain 289.

One other tale, a little weird, was a year earlier. For the "road test" in '89, when I first got the car back on the road, I took a big looping drive across Wisconsin to Lake Michigan, then up around Lake Superior and through the North Woods. I was in northern Minnesota, in the middle of Superior National Forest on a slightly foggy, wet day. I hadn't seen another car in a long time when I saw another Mustang coming from the other direction. In passing I saw that it was another '65 fastback! Neither of us dared stop to talk. You just never know what may happen on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. I wish I had, though. I think I was pressed for time, because I was going up to International Falls on the Canadian border, then down to Lake Itasca to step across the tiny Mississippi the same day. Good thing I didn't have trouble, because I had no spare, no jack, and had already made an emergency repair of an exhaust hanger using electrical wire.

Lyle E.

KAOS has a bullet hole in the driver's side rear quarter. Discovered when the car was repainted in 2000. Was a Los Angeles car until coming to Utah in 1988. Wish he could talk, the stories it would tell.

J.