A special Thank you to everyone out there that called or emailed me regarding the apparent listing of my vehicle by a dealer located in Pompano Beach, Florida. For the record, this dealer took what he called a “stock photo” until he could get real pictures of the car up. I’m not going to get into the issue of him using a copyrighted photo as I am not the copyright holder on that particular image, but I did take issue with images of my car being used in an advertisement for sale.
I contacted the seller, the sites the car was listed on, and the FL Attny. General’s office. Thankfully, the photos of my car have been removed, and photos of a different car are now up.
My concern was that this may have been a situation where my was at risk of theft. It seems now that this was really a case of a dealer not thinking anyone would notice the wrong car being posted online. Either way, you can never be too careful in this day and age.






I had it all worked out in my mind; British; hand-built; small; and terrifingly fast. Perhaps an old Lotus 7, or an Austin Healey. Heck, I was even willing to consider something as large as a Sunbeam, as long as it looked good and turned heads, I wasn’t going to be too picky.
My wife likes finding cars that she knows I’ll hate. She enjoys seeing me turn queasy over the latest classifieds advertising someone elses backyard mistake. I know better than to try and shove a 350 small block in a Spitfire 1500, or put a rattle-can paintjob on a ’69 Z-28 Camaro, but apparently this isn’t common knowledge (I also don’t care that your “rare” MGB was ordered in chocolate brown and still has the original paint. It still looks like poop). Searching for cars online is a lesson in patience, and I’m lucky some of these advertisers can’t hear what I’m thinking.
Is that your Mom’s car?
I pulled up to a traffic signal today, top down, enjoying the sunshine, when a woman in a Cadillac pulled up next to my pink ’65 Mustang.
I knew she wanted to say something, and as I rolled down the window, she asked: “Is that your mom’s car?”.
I couldn’t resist, so I piped up and told her “No, I asked them to paint the car Poppy Red, and they the paint shop thought I said Pepto”.
Her jaw dropped! She responded by saying “Well, I LOVE the color! Are you going to have it fixed?”. I told her I haven’t decided yet as I pulled away, and got a good laugh as I took off.
I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a very long journey that’s going to be filled with plenty of gawkers. I knew a straight man driving a pink mustang would draw attention, but this car easily gets three times the attention of any other classic car I’ve ever driven!