Old School

With $300 saved up over the summer, I trusted my Dad to buy me that all important "first car". He had the money, I was still working, and I was sure he would complete my dream of a thumping hot muscle car, used sure, but still serviceable and HOT! What I found instead in the driveway was a 1963 Ford Falcon two-door sedan. Old school? Yes in every way. No snychro for first gear, three on the tree, rubber floor mats, and the only options were a heater and AM radio. Why it even had a manual choke for those cold winter days. Riding on the skinniest of rim protectors and with an exhaust system that cost less than 60 bucks front to back, I don’t think Chick-Magnet was the right word for that Falcon. What it really was was bullet-proof. That gold-colored Falcon always started, I knew exactly when to shove the choke home, and it ran and ran on the cheap gas of the late ‘60s. A donated sexier V-8 powered set of wheels took me away from that ’63, but trust me on this, I would give a lot to have it back now…