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Look what's in our garage!


Isn't she beautiful?  This girl has been in the shop for the last four years and has now come home to live in our garage, and we are thrilled!  She is a 1971 Ford Mustang, Mach 1 with a 429 Cobra Jet engine.  Yup, she's a beaut.  (:

Here is what she looked like when hubs first purchased her:


My husband purchased her just a few months before we met and quickly put her into the shop to begin the body repair/restoration.  She has been primed and is ready for a new paint job.  We haven't yet picked a paint color but are throwing around a few colors.

Here she is in the shop:


Over the last few weeks my father-in-law has come over and helped JP remove the engine and most recently JP and one of his buddies just removed the transmission.

JP getting greasy and loving it:


Here is a corner of the garage with walking room:


The shell of the vehicle:


After we (mostly he) restore the engine, then we'll refurbish the inside including all new flooring, seating, everything new and pretty, ahem I mean strong and manly.

That's after we find some money!  Lottery anyone?

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