Reminds me of a story. Way back in 1984, when I was 16, my first car was a 71' fastback, with Mach 1 hood, 351C, 4 speed, custom paint, american racing wheels, etc...
Anyway, this was not a good car to learn to drive with. I had a few minor dings and dents with it, and it got to the point where my hood wouldnt latch shut because of the front end damage.(cant remeber exactly how I wrecked it so the hood wouldnt shut, after all, its been 17 years) but I do remember what happened when I was trying to sell it.
I was driving the car for a couple weeks with the hood just laying closed with its own weight. I didnt use a tie-down or nothing (I was a stupid 16 yr. old after all). It was a heavy and long hood on a 71' stang, so it stayed down just fine under normal around town driving.
Some kid comes to look at it with his buddy. I tell them to get in and well go for a ride. I was driving, and I wanted to show them what it could do (this was a fast car, 285 factory horsepower). I stop at he bottom of this big hill that everybody used to do burnouts on. This is a long hill, probably 1 mile or so, with a couple turns. So, I launch it hard, and Im accellarating as fast as I can up this hill. (by the way, I had completly forgot about the hood not being latched at this particular moment in time)
So im getting to around 85 MPH on an uphill, with a mild curve aproaching, and the hood gets enough air under it to come up. It came up hard and fast, bent the hinges, ripped the metal on my corroded 1971 inner fender wells, and slams against the windshield, also denting the roof line.
Im like "**** "! So, not knowing what else to do, I lay on the brakes and start to pray. I skided for about 45 ft., then the car goes off the road, over the side of a hill, and comes to a stop, just missing a large tree by about 8 inches.
I look over to the passenger seat and the prospective buyer looked like a ghost! Im almost positive that he **** his pants. We all climb out, walk back to my house, get a tow vehicle, go back, tow it out of the woods, only to have a cop pull up. Another 5 minutes and I would have been gone. The cop starts measuring my skid marks, asking questions, etc.. He didnt give me a ticket, but made me call a tow truck to tow the car the .5 mile to my house because he said it wasnt safe to drive (the cops had a crooked set up with a local tow company that they forced me to use). So it cost me $50.00 to tow it to the house. Anyway, I told the buyer and his buddy I would get an estimate on the damages and let him know. They both were still white in the face and speechless wehn they left that afternoon. Needless to say, I never heard from him again.
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1993 GT/AOD
'93 Mustang GT