ACP230
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My youngest son is doing archaeological survey work again this spring.
He called me from the field the other day. They'd found a Ford
Fairlane, red and black, in the woods. I asked if it was in shape to drag out and restore.
"No. It's got trees growing on it."
My wife and I got an '63 Ford Fairlane from her father soon after we were married. It was green and silver, three on the tree, and sometimes the foot switch shut off the headlights rather than going to bright or dim.
We weren't driving much then so it worked for us fairly well.
Her father gave us another deal on a '68, four door, Galaxie, auto, 302 V8, dark green with black interior. He took the Fairlane back
as part of the deal.
One morning he started it up and it put itself in gear and drove across the highway he lived next to. The neighbor said it was odd, and kind of funny, to see the car drive across the road, "With Ed running along side of it."
It drove into a brushpile and sustained no damage. Ed drove it
for a few more months and then it went the junkyard way of all old Detroit
iron.
My son's call brought back a lot of memories.
He called me from the field the other day. They'd found a Ford
Fairlane, red and black, in the woods. I asked if it was in shape to drag out and restore.
"No. It's got trees growing on it."
My wife and I got an '63 Ford Fairlane from her father soon after we were married. It was green and silver, three on the tree, and sometimes the foot switch shut off the headlights rather than going to bright or dim.
We weren't driving much then so it worked for us fairly well.
Her father gave us another deal on a '68, four door, Galaxie, auto, 302 V8, dark green with black interior. He took the Fairlane back
as part of the deal.
One morning he started it up and it put itself in gear and drove across the highway he lived next to. The neighbor said it was odd, and kind of funny, to see the car drive across the road, "With Ed running along side of it."
It drove into a brushpile and sustained no damage. Ed drove it
for a few more months and then it went the junkyard way of all old Detroit
iron.
My son's call brought back a lot of memories.
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