Curbside Find: 1973 Mustang RustRoof Flatback – I Ride An Old Paint

posted at the CC cohort by Thomas Jarvis

The 1971 – 1973 Mustang is one of those polarizing cars; love it, or don’t. It’s a bit easier to find the love for a cherry red 429 Mach 1 or a Boss 351. But when it comes to a rusty base Mustang, even a Sports Roof fastback, it can get a wee bit harder. The Mustang’s golden days were well over, in more ways than one.  Ford VP of design Gene Bordinat admitted: “We started out with a secretary’s car and all of a sudden we had a behemoth”. So it was back to a secretary’s car for the 1974 Mustang II.

But how many original dented and rusty ’73 Mustangs are still left roaming the wild plains of the West, Colorado in this case?  This was once someone’s pride and joy, and even if those qualities may now be a bit less conspicuous, this faithful Mustang undoubtedly still has its owner’s devotion as well as his butt in the saddle.

This would have been hot stuff in the high school parking lot in the mid-late ’70s, or even the ’80s. When I see low-budget old pony or muscle cars in this kind of condition, I can’t help but wonder what their story is. If only they could talk, or their owners were around. Have they owned it since it was an affordable first used car in 1979 and then stopped driving it regularly when the kids came along? And now money is a bit tight for a proper redo? Or more likely a kid is driving it, having bought it from that very guy? Or?

A closer look reveals a shattered windshield. Hmm. Maybe this Mustang and its owner live a bit on the edge?

Old Paint is rusting, and in a way that I’m not so familiar with. That’s not just patina.

In case you’re not familiar with it, I Ride An Old Paint is a traditional cowboy song.

What little rearward visibility there is from the inside is even more compromised by the spoiler. If it were a 429 or Boss 351, it wouldn’t matter much, as one could mostly just leave the world behind.

I tried to do that, back in 1971 when I was a car jockey at Towson Ford and had to drive the owner’s son’s new hot Mach1 out to the body shop via a narrow twisting country road laid out in the 18th century. But reality kept encroaching; I was all of seventeen and didn’t know how to make that big stallion behave on that road. It charged and snorted in the straights but it was all I could do to hang on in the tight curves. But you’ve heard that story once too often.

 

I ride an old paint

I lead an old dam

I’m going to Montana

To throw a hoolihan

They feed in the coolies

They water in the draw

Their tails are all matted

Their backs are all raw

 

Related CC reading:

Curbside Classic: 1973 Mustang – No Apologies Necessary  by PN

Curbside Classic: 1973 Ford Mustang Convertible – Motorized Malpractice Or Just What The Doctor Ordered?  by P. Shoar

Curbside Classic: 1971-73 Ford Mustang Grandé – A Missed Opportunity?  by W. Stopford

Curbside Classic: 1971 Ford Mustang Grande – Como Se Dice Brougham?  by T. Klockau