I couldn’t honestly say how or why I ended up with this particular car except that Ringmaster, my dad, was a self employed mechanic and random cars found a home in our driveway on a very frequent basis. So it really didn’t surprise me when I received my car that way - a pure white 1961 Ford Falcon.
I did however find it very funny that Ringmaster and I both totally disliked fords and yet he opted to put his oldest child in one for her first vehicle.
Weekends were spent cleaning, scraping, painting, fixing all the problems that an ancient car has. The more work done to the thing the more it grew on me. I eventually got excited about having the old car… Who cares if it’s a ford!
And after all the blood sweat and tears that went into making my car ride worthy, and before I ever even drove around the block in it guess what found its way out of our driveway? My crappy old ford…
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