in 1973, I got back from florida, didn't have much success at 17, didn't have any money nor a car.
My wifes cousin owned a lee myles transmission shop(lee myles was one of my wifes family business, one of her cousins)
He had a marshall repossess a 1965 mustang from a guy who drag raced the car, went off the road into a ravine, the car sat ended up with a lot of damage, and needed a transmission.
The guy never paid her cousin for the car, so after he repossessed it, he offered it to me for the price of the transmission. 350 dollars.
I got a lift to staten island, we pushed the car from his shop about 1/4 mile to a tire shop(the tires were all shot on the mustang), put on 4 new tires and I owned a 65 mustang.
I didn't know anything about cars, other than turn the key and hopefully it goes on.
This mustang was all decked out with dual carbs, enhanced engine, the works. Not sure why the guy never paid to get it back.
it was so fast. I remember going 55 on the highway, and when I wanted to pass someone, it would shoot out like a cannon shot.
It was so powerful.
I drove it for years, and after never putting any money into it, it needed some serious work. I couldn't afford nor wanted to put any money into it, so I gave it to my mechanic for always keeping it in good shape and hardly charging me since he knew I was a student.