Hey everyone, just wanted to add on to the Ford legacy with my story, the story of my golden rose.
It had started when I bought a dilapidated 1998 Ford Mustang and how it came from the brink of death of the very essence of life. My story has been cut down to fit in to the guidelines, but that’s okay, I can get the story across. It starts in February 2011, with a Mustang that was not even running, and had a lot of work needed to be done, a lot more than a TLC job. This car was towed home on three flat tires, one spare, no battery and no way to start it. Over the past few months, it was worked on, a full engine rebuild using the original 98 3.8L platform, suspension system replacement, safety systems, and even a new paint job, with people nicknaming the car the Golden Rose. It was a candy apple red with gold flake, that’s where it’s nickname came from. With the help of both my parents, both mechanically inclined and Ford enthusiasts, the car was brought back from the brink of the grave.
While I owned the car, I lived the American dream. I was 17 at the time, and that car gave me quite the ride when it was in perfect condition. I absolutely loved it, and part of that love was the fact that it was a well built machine designed and built by Ford, and part of it was the blood (quite literally blood, I cut myself quite a few times repairing that car), sweat (I live in Florida and it was a big job), and tears (tears of joy).
I mean, how many 17 years olds can say they rebuilt a Mustang and drove that thing like it was the only thing that mattered. When I was down, I’d go in my Mustang and just have fun, enjoying my youth, and I’ve cried in it. Relationship problems, I’m definitely a teenager.
Well, on 6 December 2011, one of the darkest days of my life, she was taken from me in cold blood. I was driving home doing my usual ritual, go home, eat dinner, sleep, a simple life, but I don’t have many responsibilities. That’s when the worst came, a woman in her car, who was not paying attention and on her phone had pulled out in front of me. There was no time to react. I slammed on the brakes and hoped for the best. What I got was the worst. The car collided with the front fender of her car, which believe it or not, did not get totaled. Unfortunately, it send my crankshaft through the oil pan and my car’s life blood, the oil it ran on, filled the streets. The car crumpled, and because of the genius design, left me to walk away from the accident with sprains. She gave her life for me so that I may continue to live.