During the past eight years I’ve done about an 80 percent restoration on my 1962 Thunderbird convertible. It’s been a real labor of love. In that same time, I’ve also been restoring something that’s equally near and dear to my heart: Me. I guess you could say that project is about 80 percent complete, too.
Not that long ago, both of these beautiful machines took a real beating, broke down and pretty much stopped working altogether. My T-bird and I are oddly similar; we’re both born in the 60s, just five years apart in age, and both our bodies were neglected to the point that something HAD to be done. If left unattended, an early death was certain.