Todd, Max and I have been comparing old car stories today, after Todd and I spied a beautiful 1957 Thunderbird sitting outside the Lowe’s this afternoon. Todd has a ’63 Galaxie and Max has an early Mustang; the three of us have been attempting to fix each car (or, as in the case of Todd and I, waiting for the Box of Money to drop from the skies) and pricing parts and gear. Max is the best-supported out of all of us; the cottage industry around Mustangs means there are several magazine-sized catalogs selling everything from body parts to whole rebuilt engines. Todd comes in second, as there is a gentleman somewhere south who has made it his business to stock nothing but Galaxie parts exclusively for the early ’60’s body styles. I come in third, as the Scout aftermarket consists of several dedicated shops parceling out the last of the OEM stock, and dribbles of third parties building their own jigs to manufacture body panels. Sigh.

OK, I’ll come clean. I’m dying here.