Okay so like I said before we have to sell the Mustang and what better way than to make the car show and cruise-in rounds. Not only do we love going to the car shows and cruise-ins (whats not to love old cars, old music, great people and usually some sort of free give-aways) but these are people who also love old cars like us so we know that they would take care of the Mustang if they were to buy it and not just put it out to pasture somewhere.
So last Saturday we went to a local show and had a good time and then we decide we would go to a cruise-in at an ice cream place down in Stafford where we used to live. That way we could see all the car show peoples from down there that we don't see much anymore. They don't make it up here to car shows and we don't make it down there much either. Stafford is kinda like a line no one goes past unless they have to. If you are south of Stafford that is as far north as you go and if you are north of Stafford that is as far south as you go. It is not a rule or territory thing at all, it's just has to do with traffic and the roads. It can get pretty hot in a old car without air sitting at a dead stop on the freeway. (I know everyone on this side of the country calls them highways or interstates but I am from California and I refuse to give in to changing what I call things)
Anyways back to the Mustang. So after we went home and did a few things, cooled off, checked the fluids and such, we were ready to head out. Kyle decide he wanted to go to his friends house on the other part of the base so we went and dropped him off, got so gas, picked up some power steering fluid, helped a lady put some air into her tires (this will come into play later) and out the gate we went. Then bang, scrape and stop. There was a speed bump repair thing that was nailed to the blacktop running the length of the road, we tried to straddle it but a nail sticking up (that of course we didn't see) at the end of it caught the muffler and wrapped the tail pipe around the axle. (See pictures) Needless to say Bill was pissed. Before he got out we thought that it tore off the oil pan but when he looked under there was nothing leaking so that was good. As we are trying to get the it off the axle so we can go and figure out what to do next a guy (Patrick) stopped and asked if we need help, we still couldn't get it off. He knew a guy at the auto skills center (a place on base that you can go to do repair on your own vehicle and there are mechanics there to help you if needed) and he called him to see if he could come out. The Auto Skills guys (Kevin and well we didn't get the other guy's name, Bill said we'll just call him "Ed" because, well, who knows why Bill says some of the things he does) came out and jacked up the Mustang and got it off the can so we could then drive it home. They also said that if we got the parts they could help weld it on for us. While they were there they said we should report it and get the base to pay for it. So we got the MP's (military police) out there and did a report and took some pictures and are getting ready to file the claim. The parts to fix it should be here today, so this weekend we should be able to do some more car show cruise-in stuff. It really could of been worse but at the time you couldn't tell Bill that because the world is against him. Luckily when he rebuild it the first time he only tack welded the muffler and tailpipes because if they would of been completely welded on then it would of torn the whole exhaust system complete off at the engine. Talk about expensive. Right now it is going to cost less than $100 because he can do it himself at auto skills.
Later were talking about the karma thing and how that it shouldn't of happened because of helping the lady out earlier with the air (told you we would come back to that). So we decide that it wasn't suppose to happen and karma was like oh (insert word here) that wasn't suppose to happen and so the right people stopped to help and now we should also get back the money it will cost to fix. Or if you don't believe in karma than it was just damn lucky that Patrick, Kevin and "Ed" were around to help. Either way I am just glad that it will all work out and be good in the end.
So last Saturday we went to a local show and had a good time and then we decide we would go to a cruise-in at an ice cream place down in Stafford where we used to live. That way we could see all the car show peoples from down there that we don't see much anymore. They don't make it up here to car shows and we don't make it down there much either. Stafford is kinda like a line no one goes past unless they have to. If you are south of Stafford that is as far north as you go and if you are north of Stafford that is as far south as you go. It is not a rule or territory thing at all, it's just has to do with traffic and the roads. It can get pretty hot in a old car without air sitting at a dead stop on the freeway. (I know everyone on this side of the country calls them highways or interstates but I am from California and I refuse to give in to changing what I call things)
Anyways back to the Mustang. So after we went home and did a few things, cooled off, checked the fluids and such, we were ready to head out. Kyle decide he wanted to go to his friends house on the other part of the base so we went and dropped him off, got so gas, picked up some power steering fluid, helped a lady put some air into her tires (this will come into play later) and out the gate we went. Then bang, scrape and stop. There was a speed bump repair thing that was nailed to the blacktop running the length of the road, we tried to straddle it but a nail sticking up (that of course we didn't see) at the end of it caught the muffler and wrapped the tail pipe around the axle. (See pictures) Needless to say Bill was pissed. Before he got out we thought that it tore off the oil pan but when he looked under there was nothing leaking so that was good. As we are trying to get the it off the axle so we can go and figure out what to do next a guy (Patrick) stopped and asked if we need help, we still couldn't get it off. He knew a guy at the auto skills center (a place on base that you can go to do repair on your own vehicle and there are mechanics there to help you if needed) and he called him to see if he could come out. The Auto Skills guys (Kevin and well we didn't get the other guy's name, Bill said we'll just call him "Ed" because, well, who knows why Bill says some of the things he does) came out and jacked up the Mustang and got it off the can so we could then drive it home. They also said that if we got the parts they could help weld it on for us. While they were there they said we should report it and get the base to pay for it. So we got the MP's (military police) out there and did a report and took some pictures and are getting ready to file the claim. The parts to fix it should be here today, so this weekend we should be able to do some more car show cruise-in stuff. It really could of been worse but at the time you couldn't tell Bill that because the world is against him. Luckily when he rebuild it the first time he only tack welded the muffler and tailpipes because if they would of been completely welded on then it would of torn the whole exhaust system complete off at the engine. Talk about expensive. Right now it is going to cost less than $100 because he can do it himself at auto skills.
Later were talking about the karma thing and how that it shouldn't of happened because of helping the lady out earlier with the air (told you we would come back to that). So we decide that it wasn't suppose to happen and karma was like oh (insert word here) that wasn't suppose to happen and so the right people stopped to help and now we should also get back the money it will cost to fix. Or if you don't believe in karma than it was just damn lucky that Patrick, Kevin and "Ed" were around to help. Either way I am just glad that it will all work out and be good in the end.
