So, I walked to the bank and took out a small loan ($2000) to go and get this mysterious muscle car. As I walked, I reflected on what I had done thus far, and came to the realization, I have too many cars. So I will be selling a pretty number of them in the classifieds. I got to the guys house, and I saw just a little sea foam green from under the car cover in the back yard. The guy said that the car had been there since he moved in, but he had put a cover over it to preserve the color because his wife thought it was "Pretty". So, I moved the cover, and there was a 1993 Mustang LX 5.0. Notchback, decent paint, good rails, no rust whatsoever. So, I asked him how much. He said $1500 because he wanted it gone. Since the car had been sitting in the yard so long, the keys were nonexistent at this point. I asked if I could go check in his shed and garage, and he said go ahead. I went into the shed, and there was a wicked 1970 Mustang Boss 429. I started looking around, and there, below all the random shit under his "Work table" were some fugly keys all jumbled together. I picked then up, and one by one, tried them in the door of the Fox Body. Eventually, the most unassuming one unlocked the doors with a grinding noise. I got into the car (it smelled musty as hell) and, of course tried to start it. Of course, the battery was dead, so I asked if he had a spare. He said yeah, and went and got it. I popped the hood, and to my dismay, there was an engine that needed alot more work then a simple battery. I tried to start it anyways with the new battery, and all the lights came on to my relief. The engine wasn't seized, and turned over, and actually sounded really good. I got back out, and went to check the injectors, and as I thought, they were clogged. I used a sewing needle kindly given to me by his wife to carefully remove the gunk. I reinstalled the injectors, and fuel rail. Checked the air filter, and it looked okay, and tried to start the car again. It claimed it had gas in the tank, so it turned, and turned, and eventually sputtered to life. It had a REALLY rough idle, but stayed running. I asked the guy again if he had an air pump, because of course the tires were flat. He aired up the tires, and I shifted the car into drive and slowly rolled through the grass. I had checked the tires, and they looked safe enough to drive on. I got to the street, and parked it, and thanked the family. I got on my way, and pulled up to a light, and a V6 1996 Camaro pulled up next to me. Of course, I had to try. I got smoked beyond anything I've ever known. That car is pitifully slow. 0-60 in about 14 seconds. It needed help. I got it back to the PTG garage, and cleaned the outside and the engine with the power washer. Then, drove the last block to my own shop. I cleaned the engine up enough for a decent picture, and pulled the wheels off to display the aftermarket front calipers, and totally stock rear drums. I got a pretty rad idea for this car, but far too enough talk. Have some pictures of the aforementioned POS. I got it onto the Dyno and it had a pitiful 229 hp. Pretty bad for a 5 liter V8. Holy shit that took long to type

# Smokiegun : Cant wait!!! I got the silvia running, was missing the spark plugs, we'll have to stop by Predator tuning, I need a tune-up thought you could help if you're interested?

Yeah no problem man. I'll help you out