My ’66 & ’67 Mustangs: Keeping The Mustang Flame Alive in the Southwest

After we said goodbye to the ’65 Ranchero when it crossed the auction block in Palm Springs, there was an obvious empty space in our Riverside County, California garage. What to fill it with? Unlike most of my fellow CC contributors, whose automotive interests and hobby-car purchases are varied and eclectic, making for often-unexpected subject material, my classic-car tastes are quite predictable.

As a first step in the process, I usually turned to the “Ford 1954-Up” section of my print issue of Hemmings Motor News, or to narrow the search down even further, the “Mustang” pages. In the early “aughts” a reader could spend hours perusing those pages in search of one’s next perfect classic. Sometimes I’d find myself paging through the Mercurys offered for sale, to relive history with my first car, the ’66 Caliente convertible memorialized in one of my earliest CC posts.

Back in the day, Hemmings was literally “the bible of the old-car hobby.” Like the real thing, reading it could bring enlightenment. (Source: www.ebay.com)

 

I supplemented that Hemmings research with frequent visits to a major online auction site (which, for purposes of this post, will remain nameless). The ability to scroll through tens, if not hundreds of classic-car candidates proved intoxicating back then, to say the least. The search eventually led to a potentially desirable purchase, a ’67 Mustang fastback (a model year and body style I had always admired) finished in Vintage Burgundy, one of my preferred classic-Mustang exterior colors.

Not mine, but the same color. This view really shows off the near-perfect execution of the ’67s fastback bodystyle. (Source: www.kuyothkustoms.com)

 

Additionally, the 390 V8 in this Mustang had been treated to a tri-power setup. The under-hood views posted by the seller only hinted at the complexity of the triple carburetors and the difficulty in keeping them finely tuned (the latter of which I was blissfully unaware as I scanned the photos in the listing). The breathed-on 390 sent its power to the rear wheels via a C6 Cruise-o-Matic transmission but lacked Ford’s Traction-Lok (positraction) rear end.

Its black bucket-seat interior included optional décor group items, such as bright-finished instrument panel and door trim panel accents, and it also featured relatively rare options:  the overhead console with map lights and the “Convenience Group,” telltales which informed the driver of low fuel, door ajar, parking brake, and seat belt status.

The main elements of the Interior Decor Group are seen here. My ’67 added the Convenience Control Panel warning tell-tales just above the center console. (Source: www.pinterest.com)

 

The seller lived in Kansas, so after a few detailed phone conversations, I flew out to inspect the Mustang, armed with a cashier’s check for slightly less than the “buy it now” amount shown in his ad. After a closer look, the car seemed and sounded as described. As Vintage Burgundy mist briefly clouded my vision, the cashier’s check changed hands, and I arranged for the Mustang’s enclosed transport back to California.

After the car arrived, I addressed a few minor fixes and began to accustom myself to its quirks, one of which was the starting procedure. The tri-power carbs were notoriously cold-blooded. Its manual choke administered an appropriately rich initial mixture, but the Mustang required a good five minutes of warm-up time before smooth take-off acceleration could be achieved.

Ford’s complex Tri-Power carburetion setup. (Source: www.jalopyjournal.com/triggerman)

 

In addition, the Mustang’s woolly and uncommunicative power steering contrasted sharply with the pedal effort required for its non-boosted power brakes. The Toploader’s shifter was noticeably notchier than the one in the Tiger, even after adjusting the shift rods and making other tweaks. I lived with those quirks for a while, taking the car on the occasional weekday commute and attending local car shows. Brief weekend ice cream runs sufficed when there were no other events on the calendar.

The ’67 occupied its garage space for about eighteen months until one day I received a surprise unsolicited offer for slightly more than I had paid for it. Flying in the face of my usual “buy high, sell low” classic-car ownership modus operandi, I accepted, and the car went on its way to a new owner.

Its replacement was, unsurprisingly, another Mustang, this time a ’66 GT hardtop equipped with a 2xx-HP “A-code” 289 V8, the requisite four-speed stick, and no power assists whatsoever. Found in a local “cars-for-sale” publication at our local supermarket, its owner lived just a few miles away from us. This time, an extended test drive on surface streets as well as a brief freeway run, showed the car to be tight and responsive. As the seller’s asking price was well below what I received for the ’67, making the deal was comparatively painless, and soon the Ivy Green ’66 GT joined the Tiger in our garage.

The ’66 GT at Ford Motor Company’s Premier Automotive Group (PAG) HQ in Irvine, California.

 

As it happened, one of my Volvo colleagues had just taken delivery of a 2008 Bullitt Mustang, so we naturally set up a series of comparison shots on the top level of the Premier Automotive Group parking garage in Irvine. The ’66 also made periodic appearances at the Saturday-morning Cars and Coffee events then held on the PAG campus, where it elicited its share of approving comments, despite being parked in the vicinity of numerous hot rods, customs, and hypercars of various descriptions.

Side by side in Irvine. The ’08 Bullitt’s base MSRP was $34,860, a far cry from my ’66 GT, which cost about $3K when new.

 

Strangely enough, I enjoyed driving the ’66 GT much more than the fastback that had preceded it. It was tighter and quieter on the road, and its hard-top styling provided much better outward visibility than the ’67, also making each drive more pleasant. As a result, we held onto it for several years. Aside from normal maintenance items, its only unscheduled repair was the replacement of a piece of windshield trim which separated itself from the car at freeway speed one day, after having been poorly installed.

In our SoCal driveway. I’m nonchalantly trying to hold the errant windshield trim in place for the photo.

 

While one of these cars qualify as a COAL due to its comparatively short tenure with us in Southern California, both vehicles kept the Mustang flame alive and burning, especially in the case of the ’66 GT. That’s certainly one I’d like to have back today.