Five years ago I purchased, on a whim, a 73 Comet that was local to me as my first muscle car. I fixed an overheating problem (new radiator, thermostat and housing) and drove it around for a little while before I got a job elsewhere. It sat for 3 years before I took it out of storage, drove it around a little more, then promptly sold it to get some quick cash. Biggest. Mistake. EVAR. Regretted it immediately but it was to late. So when the time came that I needed a new car I of course went looking for a Maverick or Comet. Preferably pre-73 with small bumpers and less smog stuff, but just as long as I didn't have to smog it I'd be fine. ... ... ... ... I went a little overboard. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I'd just gotten some money, enough for whatever car (to a certain extent) I wanted. First Mav I bought: a 70 I6 200. Body was perfect, it looked mean, and I couldn't pass on the price. But it wasn't what I wanted. Sure it looks great, had no visible rust, and sounded mean, but it was an I6. A six. I wanted a V8. :16suspect So, the search continued. Silly me, wanting it now now now[/i], I jumped at the next opportunity: a car that looked good in pictures. Well.....sorta. Stargazing from inside the car. Wonderful. :16suspect I rented a car and drove down to San Diego with the Dude to pick it up. So excited was I to get a Maverick, even a 73, that I went ahead and paid what the kid and his family were asking for it: I can't even think of the number because it makes me cringe. We didn't even get it down the street before it died on us. Things, of course, only got better from there.