My Personal History with Mustangs


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My Personal History with Mustangs

My earliest experience with a Mustang was when I was 13 and my best friend's father had a 68 that was losing its clutch.  Mr. Princevale, the father of my friend Mike, was a very unique individual who drove a Coors Beer truck for a living, but farmed a few acres of grapes that he sold to Gallo each season.  This particular experience occurred in Modesto, which is in California and at the time, 1967 or so, was a great place to live and grow up, growing up being a very subjective term as I'am near death and still trying to grow up.  I made five cents a vine hoeing weeds from around each vine which was then French plowed by Mr. Princevale. Everyone should have the experience of doing this kind of work and having the scent of the rich dirt and vines permanently implanted in your brain. Every time I am near a vineyard the smell immediately opens the picture of me in Mr. Princevale's vineyard hoeing weeds for five cents a vine.  The 68 as I mentioned had been gradually losing the clutch but

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