I'm pretty sure the spoiler is standard. It's automatic though, so it isn't always shown. Up at high speeds and during heavy braking.A red Bugatti Veyron, but without the spoiler. I am a half-mile from pavement. cool:
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My dream is to buy my dad a 1969 Mustang Fastback Boss 302. My dad had one when he was younger and got rid of it when my older sister was born. He had a lot of cool cars as a teenager and young man ('57 Chevy BelAir, '66 Nova SS) but that was his favorite. I would love to buy one and give it to him.
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A wonderful idea, but wow, production numbers of the Boss 302 for both years (69 and 70) are less than 9,000. I can't find the breakout numbers, but if memory serves, most of those were in 70. I'm thinking there were only 1,000-2,000 made in 69.
I've always thought a 68 428 CJ would be pretty hot. Especially in a convertible version. They say you can't actually change the rear spark plug on the driver's side without loosening the engine mount on that side and pulling the engine up enough to access it. That may be an garage legend, and I'll probably never know for sure, since I have never seen one in real life.
Talked about my dream car earlier, and saw a few people talking about what they really wanted in a car. Guys, you can stop reading now, because you will NEVER identify with this.
I'm altitudinally challenged...and cars are designed for people that are taller than me. Trying to find a comfortable car for ME to commute in is an exercise in frustration. In order to comfortably reach the pedals, I have to jack the seat forward all the way. This results a couple of new problems: if there is a deep skirt on the dash below the steering wheel, I bash my knee every time I move from gas to brake & back. In addition to the knee issue the love that car manufacturers have for airbags has created a generation of cars with thick padding on the steering wheel that covers the airbag. With the seat all the way forward, my boobs are resting on the steering wheel. If I move the seat back to get away from the steering wheel, I can't comfortably reach the pedals. Catch 22. My biggest fear, tho, is that someday I will get in an accident, the airbag will deploy, and the explosive device used to deploy it will take half my face and all of my hair with it.
I HATE car shopping. And I especially hate car shopping when I know exactly what I want/need, and the salesperson ignores me & talks to my husband. That's why I will drive Elmer until he's a pile of rust on wheels.
He grew up on the East coast (upstate New York). An uncle of his owned a body shop there. Anyway, the car belonged to someone else and was involved in a fender-bender. My dad's uncle (my great-uncle, is that how it works?) bought it off the owner. A few years later, my dad bought it off him. My sister was born in '75 so he probably got it in '73 or so. I've seen one picture of it and, although it wasn't in cherry-condition, it was pretty sweet. I love the four-head light look of the '69s. I think they went back to the 2-light look in 1970.
When I was in HS in the mid-70s, I dreamed of having a Trans-Am w/ a big eagle on the hood. Kind of lame, but when I got out of the Navy in the early 80s, I wanted a Volkswagen Scirocco. Right now I really like the look of the new Camaros.