Browse Category: Cars I’ve Owned

About the LS Mustang…

I’ve mentioned the Mustang a few times in passing, but sit down kids, it is story time.  In the future, I’m going to do more in depth information on car projects as they pop up, but for now, I’m going to bring you up to date on the whole project (and all its pertinent drama), past and present….

I originally got the Mustang as a “gift” from my ex-boyfriend in Southern California.  It was built from a bare block next to a V6 Mustang to a running, driving Hot Rod Power tour car in the span of about a week.

To be fair, the only car I wanted to build after my Cobra was an LS New Edge…

After we got back from Power Tour, it sat and was “no longer running,” though it ran just fine the last time I saw (slash drove) it.  When he bought me out of our co-owned house in California (a terrible process, 0/10, do not recommend), I took the car as a partial settlement for the house.  The car was to be running and driving, and shipped at his expense.  Finally, I gave up and did what I had to do to get my hands on a severely overvalued, not running, not driving car, shipped at my own expense.

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The Car History!

I suppose I should write a little about the PSI before this blog heads any further away from it’s intended purpose!  This is a story all about how….I got into cars and learned how to burn money as fast as (or faster than) I could make it!

Like most gearhead types, I came from a family that raced.  My dad raced dirt track cars, and motocross as a kid, and karts, and Baja trucks in the SCORE series, and…and…and….

My mom drove my dad’s chase truck in Baja.  So that’s pretty cool too!  But like so many people, my parents divorced when I was a kid.  My dad moved to Oregon (2 days drive from where I was), so I didn’t get to actually grow up racing personally.

My first car was a family car hand me down — my mom’s recently retired 1995 Ford Explorer.  My sister (who obviously drove it after me) named it (her?) Dora.  Dora the Explorer.  I had some great times in that thing!  It’s amazing how much fun just driving around with your friends is when you’re high school.  It’s also amazing how a vehicle that should be reasonably reliable can just decide to not run when it felt like it. NO mechanic was able to trace the issue as long as I had it, but that thing would (seemingly make the willing choice to) leave me stranded. Often.  Everywhere.  On several occasions, I stopped for a Red Bull before work, and wound up sprinting the rest of the way to work (about a mile) with moments to spare.

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