Twenty15 hat geschrieben:
Mustang 50th Birthday Celebration - powered by MCA - 17/04/2014 Las Vegas Motor Speedway
Danke Heiko!
...aber da es nur ein Event war wohl nicht mehr existent
Schade, ist ein Traum von mir mal alle Mustang-Generationen, möglichst im Originalzustand, auf "einem Fleck" anschauen zu können.
Gruß Dietmar
"Das Leben ist zu kostbar um kleine häßliche Autos zu fahren!" drum mit .... passt doch!
"First Generation Friday" - heute Merry Christmas Friday
Frohe Weihnachten auch an dieser Stelle - und für die geduldigen Leseratten:
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
By Clement Clarke Moore in 1822
and Ron Bramlett in 2001
'Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all round the house.
Not a Mustang was stirring, not even the Roush.
My fastback was parked, on car stands with care,
In hopes that more horsepower, soon would be there.
I'd just finished working, changing to aluminum heads,
My fastback's a sixty-five, no problems with the feds.
Cindy was in her PJ's, so I took off my cap,
And laid down beside her, to take a quick nap.
When out front of the house, there arose such a clatter,
It's OK, they're solid lifters; there's nothing the matter.
I jumped to the window, and looked out past my grass,
Trying to see who it was, that was going so fast.
The moon was a crescent, so the lighting was low,
I strained to make it out, as it started to slow.
My eyes finally adjusted, and I saw what was near.
It was a GT350! By now it was in low gear.
I couldn't make out the driver, holding onto the 4-speed stick.
It looked like Carroll Shelby! He shut it off quick.
More rapid Mustangs, behind him they came.
I could see all their badges, and said them by name.
A Bullitt, a Mach I, a GT from Dixon,
A Twister, a Saleen, there were more but I missed 'em.
They shut off their headlights, parked next to my wall,
I counted ten Mustangs, but couldn't see 'em all.
Jumping out of the 350, with a twinkle in his eye,
It was Carroll Shelby! Of that, I wouldn't lie!
So up to my door step, he brought his whole crew,
Saleen, Bondurant, Gurney, I saw Jack Roush, too!
And then in an instant, he was on the 350's roof,
"The Boy needs more horsepower, be careful and don't goof!"
Then into my workshop, did they all bound.
And seeing my fastback, they all gathered 'round.
"Hand me that torque wrench, the one by your foot"
Carroll leaned over the engine, on a head bolt it was put.
Then it was on to the wiring, and hooking up my tach,
"Let's tune up that engine, that's your department, Jack!"
Shelby's eyes how they twinkled, his smile was so merry,
He directed every detail, and never got weary.
Soon there were grease spots, his bib-overalls did show,
But he kept right on working, he never did slow.
Then came a tense moment, he gritted his teeth,
I could tell there was something, causing him grief
He stopped what he was doing, wiped his hands on his belly
"Bob, I see some rust, there. Bring me the Navel Jelly!"
I knew where he was looking; I'd seen that rust myself,
I watched as they treated the spot,
then put the can back on the shelf.
The minutes turned to hours; my eyelids felt like lead,
But I just couldn't stop watching, my hands held up my head.
I must have dozed off, as they finished their work,
I looked around and saw no one, I felt like a jerk!
I ran outside to find them, and tripped over the hose,
"Am I dreaming or is this real?", I asked as I rose.
I couldn't see anyone, then I heard a faint whistle,
"Let hurry to our next stop, the boy's in a pickle!"
Then I heard Carroll Shelby, even though he was out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and Ya-all have a good night!"
Auf Grund des Banns aus dem Forum bin ich nicht mehr auf mustang6.de vertreten. Ich bedanke mich für viele schöne Jahre in der Community - Man sieht sich vielleicht in anderen Muscle Car Foren
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