yes,
was my car.
1966 coupe with a bench seat. sweet car. almost bone stock except the rims. /sigh
my best friend since gradeschool had one when we were growing up. as people are known to do, he had a son (two, but its the eldest in this story). his son was surely his fathers child and had an instant love for cars...specifically mustangs like his fathers.
I had this one. at the age of 8, he told me he would buy my car when he turned driving age and asked me how much I wanted. I said "sure" and pulled some number out of my &*%# and watched his eyes bug out at the thought.
ahead 8 years...no mention of that conversation ever arises
I go over for his 16th birthday party. he takes me aside telling me he wanted to talk to me.
grinning like a cheshire cat, he hands me, in cash, the amount I said 8 years before. nice fat stack of $100 bills and says "I want my car"
how could I not sell it to him?
...and yeah, Pearl is loud as *(%$ and fast as 773H
