Oh no, there is now a junk car out in front of my house. It is my Husband’s car. Will this madness never end? He once had a ’69 Mustang Mach- 1 about 30 years ago that he did not or could not fix. It sat and it sat and it sat at his parents’ house. One day to appease his Dad, he moved it out to his Sister’s house in the country where it sat, and sat, and sat. From time to time somebody would spot it and stop and ask if it was for sale, but no it was not for sale. This used to drive me nuts. Actually, still does.
The Mustang sat for about 5 years before he sold it along with the bee’s nests etc. inside. He got very little money for it. I never understood the neglect and stubbornness in this regard and am still not sure I do.
After years of frustration and brain paining thoughts on the subject, the only thing I could figure out was/is:
- No. 1, my Husband is the biggest procrastinator I have ever met.
- No. 2 ,my Husband will not admit when he does not know how to fix something. It must be a man thing.
- No. 3 , my Husband will let something sit and rot before getting rid of it. He loved that car so much that he would rather see it sit there and rot before selling it to someone.
What bizarre behavior in this man beast, that I again, love-hate. Now, if duct tape could have been used to fix that car, I am sure you would have witnessed the first ever duct-tape covered 1969 Mustang Mach 1 with a 351 engine strapped or wired to it’s underbelly rumbling down the streets.
He loved this car so much that he never got over it. He still looks at Mustangs to this day, which really pisses me off.
He actually did buy a second one later on, a sleek beauty from 1972 and I thought, he has nerve. I told him, “Don’t let this one sit and rot please.”
He has never listened to me a day in his life and wasn’t about to start now. Of course, he hot rodded it around town, thinking he was a cool 40 year old guy, listening to cassette tapes so loud it was embarrassing. I hated the second Mustang. To me it represented his “mid-life” crisis. I envisioned him with his ears laid back as he drove maddening speeds with maddeningly loud rock and roll that was a little after “our time”, hoping some cute chicks would not be able to resist his savoir faire .
We needed a family car, our children were still at home then, and he gets another hot rod. For Pete’s Sake.
Well, it didn’t get any better. The car went to his head. He became that car as he went on a spree, an 8 month runner of partying with his buddies, doing God knows what. I had made him leave after the first month of this crap, needless to say.
After 8 months, he talked me into letting him come back home. Actually, he just came over and wouldn’t leave. He is still here and it is 15 years later.
The junk car that is sitting in front of our house is not a Mustang, nor anything lovely. It is just an old family car that is no longer worth keeping. We will sell it for $50.00 to a young guy who has been “jonesin'” for it. The young man will have a party with his buddies and beat the car up and run it over with trucks with huge tires, so he is excited about it.
Maybe if I throw in an extra $50.00 I can talk him into taking the Hubby for a ride too.