Growing up, my Grandfather was always working on his 1965 Ford Mustang. That car was his pride and joy. He did just about everything he could to the car; he would change the breaks, adjust the timing, he even reupholstered it himself. As I got older, he would include me in the various things he was doing. I helped him change the breaks, helped to reupholster the car. Growing up my cousins would always say that someday the Mustang was going to be theirs. They always bickered amongst themselves…See More