Our nine o'clock appointment to have our ride detailed got pushed back to one o'clock, but there was still plenty of daylight left at 5:00 when the car was ready for us to spring upon my second cousin and his wife (Tom and Bev Filkins) with a couple of surprises, not the least of which was the keys to the convertible. Cousin Tommy got a bit more emotional than I had expected, but I mean who does that? Gives away a perfectly good 2005 Mustang convertible six cylinder with a manual transmission? Who does that? Well, in our case we were just paying it forward from about nine years ago when we were given a perfectly good 1962 Ford Galaxie convertible with a little over thirty thousand on the odometer.
The shadowbox that had traveled mostly back roads from coast to coast fared much better than I had feared, and tomorrow we'll disassemble it in order to glue the few loose bits back.
Tom and Bev treated us to dinner at Eddy's Place, which has become our Stox of choice in a foreign place [which is a totally inside reference].
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