This is Phoebe, my '66 T-bird.

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It occurred to me that I haven’t made a post about my actual car yet, so here she is. Her name is Phoebe, and she is a 1966 Ford Thunderbird Hardtop Coupe. She’s also the first and only car I’ve ever bought. After working hard for a few years to save up for a first car, I found myself dreading the idea of buying a boring (aka practical/normal) car like a Camry or something. I didn’t like the thought of hating my first car for not being interesting, but around that time I had started taking automotive classes, so my parents agreed to let me buy a classic car since I wanted one and they’re easier to fix, which is good for a person learning to fix cars. Not long after, they showed me a Facebook marketplace advertisement for a 1965 Thunderbird and asked me if I was interested. I said yes, and immediately began researching fourth-gen Thunderbirds. After going to look at the actual car, though, we determined that it could be restored, but not by someone like me. Which sucked, because in doing all that research, I had fallen in love with that generation of Thunderbird. I had been bitten by the T-bird bug, and upon arriving back home, I began browsing craigslist in the hope that maybe another one would be for sale. To my delight, there was! The price was a bit of a stretch for my budget, but almost everything on the car worked, and it was certainly in much better condition than the other one was. A short drive later, I found myself the proud owner of a 1966 Thunderbird. I now love this car so much that I don’t think I’ll ever sell it. It’s not perfect, but it’s everything I hoped it to be. It’s the most wonderful “bad” decision I’ve ever made :)

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