Did a hack job adjustment of the steering box this morning (I need to replace it). Went for a quick spin, and this is more than just a car to me. It’s a time machine. It takes me back to when we would move to our cabin every summer when I was a kid. My dad had a ‘68 Mustang coupe, which at the time was just a used car.
It looks cool, smells cool, sounds coo, and is relatively easy to work on. Although I curse when I have to do anything under the dash. Someday, it won’t leak oil, the seats will be comfortable, and the dash pad won’t look like a breaking wave. It might even have a functioning stereo. Until then, I’ll enjoy driving it with a 1/2" wrench, a screwdriver, and some spare fluids and belt in the trunk.