My Nephew had a 1966 Mustang, he was letting it rot in his backyard.
I begged him for it, he finally gave it to me, my husband had to travel to New Mexico to bring it home to Louisiana. When she came off the trailer she was in horrible condition. From wheel cylindars to paint job she took 6 years, hard work and a lot of money. My son was about 8 when she got here and he helped his Dad every day. She is one of my prized possesions and I have been asked to sell her many times. No never she is going to my son when it is time.