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1967 Mustang Restoration
I was given a choice when I was 13, buy a car when I got my license, or build my own. That was the day I decided building my own would be the best option. I looked for months until finally a dinged, bent, rusted and barely running 1967 Mustang came into view. Found on the side of the road, my dad bought the car, books, manuals and parts. What you see here is four years of diligent blood sweat and tears. Together, we brought this car from the auto graveyard to a piece of art that is difficult for me to find words to describe the feeling it awards me having created it.
1967 Mustang Restoration
I was given a choice when I was 13, buy a car when I got my license, or build my own. That was the day I decided building my own would be the best option. I looked for months until finally a dinged, bent, rusted and barely running 1967 Mustang came into view. Found on the side of the road, my dad bought the car, books, manuals and parts. What you see here is four years of diligent blood sweat and tears. Together, we brought this car from the auto graveyard to a piece of art that is difficult for me to find words to describe the feeling it awards me having created it.