Liberty is an inherently offensive lifestyle. Living in a free society guarantees that each one of us will see our most cherished principles and beliefs questioned and in some cases mocked. That psychic discomfort is the price we pay for basic civic peace. It's worth it. It's a pragmatic principle. Defend everyone else's rights, because if you don't there is no one to defend yours. -- MaxedOutMama

I don't just want gun rights... I want individual liberty, a culture of self-reliance....I want the whole bloody thing. -- Kim du Toit

The most glaring example of the cognitive dissonance on the left is the concept that human beings are inherently good, yet at the same time cannot be trusted with any kind of weapon, unless the magic fairy dust of government authority gets sprinkled upon them.-- Moshe Ben-David

The cult of the left believes that it is engaged in a great apocalyptic battle with corporations and industrialists for the ownership of the unthinking masses. Its acolytes see themselves as the individuals who have been "liberated" to think for themselves. They make choices. You however are just a member of the unthinking masses. You are not really a person, but only respond to the agendas of your corporate overlords. If you eat too much, it's because corporations make you eat. If you kill, it's because corporations encourage you to buy guns. You are not an individual. You are a social problem. -- Sultan Knish

All politics in this country now is just dress rehearsal for civil war. -- Billy Beck

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I Feel Better Now

I Feel Better Now

Almost a year ago I sold my '67 Mustang. I'd had it almost eleven years, and it had been sitting, collecting dust in my garage for the last five of those years. It was time to pass it on to someone who would run her and enjoy her. I was too worried about wrecking her, or some other disaster to really enjoy her.

But I love Mustangs. My first one was a 1988 LX 5.0 that I bought in '88 with about 5,000 miles on the clock - a repo, I'm pretty sure. I drove it until 1999 when I traded it in, with about 130,000 miles on it, for a brand-new Ford Ranger pickup. But I already had the '67 in the garage.

So, in the midst of my mid-life crisis, I decided I needed another Mustang. I searched for a couple of months on eBay, Craigslist and local auto-trader magazines, and didn't come up with much. For one thing, Kelly Blue Book goes out the window on Mustangs. Either that, or people are freaking crazy when it comes to what they think their pony is worth.

But I found a 1989 GT just South of town in fair shape, 193k miles, still runs pretty strong, though it needs a lot of work. It's going to be my project car for the next four or five years. I'll try to post some pictures tomorrow - it's black, and I didn't get it home until almost dusk. It looks pretty good from 20 feet away, but it's definitely a car that's seen almost 200,000 miles. Plus it got a Maaco paint job a couple of years ago, and it's not the best. It needs lots and lots of little things, and a few big ones, but that's half the fun.

Damn, it feels good to have a Mustang again.

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