OK, it's not a Falcon, it's a Comet. Cross your eyes a little and you won't be able to tell the difference.
Here's the story:
Sitting on the couch last Friday night, minding my own business, when I get a text from a friend saying:
I found a car for you. Comet S-22! I think a '64.
To which I replied:
You're buying me a car! What a guy!
To which he replied:
Sure, at half the price!
So, I had him forward me over the pictures he took (attached). It's actually a '62 S-22. I contacted the person he had the number for - who ended up being a Realtor. She mentioned a price, I got excited, but was told it wasn't her car, it was the person who owned the house she was listing. So, I call him Saturday morning and arrange to go look at it.
Long story short, it is the proverbial "little old lady car" (no offense to any little old ladies reading this - we love you) and has 90K miles, perfect interior, paint. Only slight blemishes throughout. Hasn't driven since 1997, tires are rotted and gas is probably syrup, but it is a time capsule.
So after a few days of negotiations we struck a deal and it is coming home with me. Not sure what I'm going to do with it, other than to bring it back to life, but it was something I just couldn't pass up.
I am crazy.
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