67 Shelby passed down

Well it says I have never posted. Lets see if it works this time. Boss

 

Bryan (President Elect MARLS)

You guys should have a little background of myself so you know what you've got yourselves into.
I have a confession you know dirty laundry and all that stuff. It always comes out, especially when you are an elected official.
I had indulged in something, then gave it up. So I thought!
It all started some 30 years ago. I was young and wild, kind of cocky sort, like a lot of us were back then. There was this guy. his name was Mark, a senior and State wrestling champ, he had something everyone wanted. Myself included, I was a sophomore at that time and one who tended to look up to his peers. In my mind I blame him for the root of my problem because he turned me on to it….If only I could have looked the other way, things would be different now. For me the temptation was too great. Like seeing a beautiful woman, you just can't look the other way. It was the summer of 1972. Peace love and all that stuff. Some might refer to it as a HOT AUGUST NIGHT. I was cruising the drag in this old faded red, 64 Dodge 330, 4 door police car, a real tub It was a real sorry ride, real embarrassing to even be seen in…..I paid $188 for it. Well I saw him,… Mark!… On the corner by the highschool standing by his car with one gorgeous blonde hanging all over him. Man what a lucky guy… I recalled our last encounter as I pulled around the block to park. I had worked the entire summer on a ranch moving irrigation pipe from dawn to dust and had earned quite a nice chunk of cash. That night I was about to spend it all. I checked my wallet, there were 7 crisp 100-dollar bills tucked neatly inside. I pushed my wallet back in my pocket and slid out of the car, By now he was watching me. I had to be cool, pressing my sunglasses against my face, sticking my thumbs in the front pockets of my jeans, I slowly moved his direction.
" Hey Mark!… She looks Bitch'n."… I was staying cool.
" Ya! She's cool man…. What's new with you?"
"I been thinkin about what you said. Mark"
" Ya!…. You gonna do the deal."
My heart racin. "I got seven…., seven bills…cash"
"Really now… let's see em."
Beads of perspiration started forming on my brow. My eyes quickly scanned the grounds; no body but the three of us . I took out my wallet, opened it and thumbed out the seven bills. He silently counted them, then looked at the blonde. She got kind of a sad look in her eyes.
"Are you sure?" she said. He stared at her for a moment, then looked at me and hesitated…
Fear hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart started pounding so loud I couldn't hear anything else. Perspiration rolled down the side of my face. Again I scanned the ground to see if anyone was watching.
Then he speaks, " A deals a deal, lets do it." His right hand searched his hip pocket; I outstretch both of mine, the left with the palm up to receive, the right holding most of my summer wages. He pulled the money from my right and my left he drops a set of teardrop keys... They opened the doors to his,…. now mine,…. Candy Apple Red, 1966 GT, Hi Performance 289 Cu. In., 2+2 Mustang Fastback; with a top loader 4 speed, hooker headers and mag wheels. It wasn’t any mans' dream…, It was my dream!
I sold that car in 75 thinking it was over …the end of it…… I went to Alaska and started surveying….logging roads USFS.. In about a year's time, I come back and I see my car drivin down the road. I had cash , been workin in Alaska I hunted the owner down and bought that car back at his price.(you ever sell low and buy high? not wise financial strategy) A couple more years went by and I sold that car again. This time sadly, I knew it was forever. Several times since then I had come close to indulging again but refrained, couldn't justify, not a priority. Marriage, home, family,… was starting to believe it was really over…25 years. Then a couple of years ago my Dad sends me a picture of a '69 Shelby Cobra that was in Dillon. That's all it took, I lost it, I went crazy; I had ads running in the Auto Finder, the Mountain Trader, the Missoulian, the Greatfalls Tribune and every Podunk paper that would take my money: and they all took my money " Wanted, Fastback Mustang, 65-70 any condition." I found one, in Townsend. A '70 Sportsroof. A buddy of mine hauled it back on his car trailer. It has since occupied all corners of my garage in various stages of restoration. Since then, which is when I confessed the first time in the treasure state surveyor. And you might want to read that back issue, there is a good story about how I got my Dad and Mom involved and how they ended up with a 67 Shelby Cobra in their garage. Since then I've had several relapses. I figured the only way I could survive my wife through this ordeal was to get my boys involved too. I don't know what it is but I don't buy the nice restored mustang. No…no.. no.. I buy the basket cases. , a 69 coupe for $1500 . My boys had to push it to get is started. They were going to follow me home, I drove around the block but I couldn't stop or it would die and we got separated. The car coughed and sputtered and couldn't make up the hill to my house. I finally had to put it in reverse and back up the hill. I don't know why but it worked. The boys beat me home by a 1/2hr. They stared as I back by them in a cloud of blue smoke. I parked that one up on the hill and threw a tarp over it. … I don't even like coupes. My wife didn't find out about that one for a couple of week and man did I end up in the doghouse over that one.
Some one answered one of my old adds, he had a 67 cougar parked in field over by Conrad. Been sitting for 20 years That one ended up in our yard too. The interior was so brittle from being baked in the sun , the dash just crumbled when you touched it. My #1 son drives this car now.
A buddy of mine called me up from Missoula and said Hey Bryan there is a Mustang here that’s been parked on the street with red stickers on the window. I think they are going to haul it away and crush it. You might want to check it out. $250 and I limped that one home in the middle of the night. Parts car Terri…. They just don't make em any more…………. Her closet is starting to over flow by now. She keep telling me something about an eye for an eye. My #2 son drives this car now.

Ok this is my last one, I think I'm cured now.
Another buddy calls a couple of months age. Bryan, A 72 fastback mustang ( you know the ones that look like a big tenure shoe) sitting at the Sommers Wreaking yard, showed up last night. I just know he doesn't have much into it. Better check it out…. (I'm the deputy examining LS in Flathead county.)and I think I was checking one of Jim Burtons Plats that he need signed off like as soon as possible, that when I get this call.. Well of course, Jim plat gets left on my desk and I head out the door to Sommers. So this car was being hauled over from Wa. By a fella who just got out of the service. He's hauling it back to Ohio to restore it, in a snow storm I might add,…. slides off the road on the pass by Cordalane Id. and caves in the left rear quarter, wraps the trunk around the rear wheel. No engine or trans. Rear glass is busted, front tire is blown. By the time he gets it here on a car dolly the weather is so bad (blizzard) he just drops it off at the junk yard, he's had enough. Screw it I'm done with that piece of shit….. Ok so the car is full of snow and road gravel because the windows out and there is a hole in the floor, floor board missing. Well I drop another $750 on this one and hauled it home …….. Look Terri ain't she beautiful……………………..
I have this dog . Dagger, He a Hungarian Kuvagh, 90lbs …….,big dog house, built it myself. Come on … Its really not that bad.

I just thought…. "You had a right to know."