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<\/a>It started with a discussion with artist Donna Gregg<\/a> about the artwork she’s doing for the Dogwood Days event<\/a> coming up in May.\u00a0 That event is centered around a classic car show.\u00a0 I sent Donna a picture of a 1953 Skylark to use in her drawing.\u00a0 She asked if a ’65 Mustang would work — she learned to drive in her dad’s ’65 Mustang and\u00a0 it has always had a special place in her heart.<\/p>\nThat got me thinking about the 1964, ’65, and ’66 Mustangs.\u00a0 And the article I wrote about the 1967 Mustang Wagon<\/a>.\u00a0\u00a0 Then I remembered my most recent encounter with a Mustang.\u00a0 It was late on a dark and chilly night, at a truck stop on the edge of nowhere.\u00a0 And I was given the opportunity to help some people out of a pickle.<\/p>\n Their instructions said that we should arrive at the meeting place early in case they caught a tail wind and were running ahead of schedule.\u00a0 They would wait at each stop no more than 10 minutes.\u00a0 We left home a little extra early in case we encountered any problems along the way.\u00a0 There were no problems and we arrived in time to watch a group of young men push their snazzy Ford Mustang up the road and into a parking spot at the McDonalds which serviced the truck stop.\u00a0 The driver got out and they all went inside.\u00a0 Tough way to go out for a burger!<\/p>\n We were still waiting when these guys came back out.\u00a0 They stood leaning on the car, one of those modern-retro Mustangs, talking and joking around.\u00a0 I figured they were waiting for someone to come with a gas can or something.<\/p>\n After a little while one of the fellas approached our truck, I rolled the window down, and he politely asked if I had a set of jumper cables.\u00a0 Pah!\u00a0 Do I?\u00a0 I always carry jumpers, a tow chain, flash light, small gas can, basic tool kit … I’m old school.<\/p>\n “I sure do.”<\/p>\n “Do you think you could give us a jump?\u00a0 Our battery died.”<\/p>\n I checked my watch, we still had about ten minutes before the time the transport was expected, “Yes, I have time for that.”<\/p>\n So as I backed the truck out, they pushed the car across the drive so it was nose-out in a parking spot and I sidled up in front.\u00a0 I got out a flash light, we hooked up the cables, and they gave it a try.\u00a0 No go.\u00a0 That battery wasn’t just dead, it was necrotic.<\/p>\n I revved up my engine a little, they waited for a couple of minutes and tried it again.\u00a0 Their engine turned over a few times then caught and a throaty growl burst forth as the engine flared to life.\u00a0 A cheer went up!<\/p>\n We cleared away the cables, buttoned up the hoods and I got out of their way.\u00a0 They wasted no time getting on the road home.\u00a0 Probably a wise move.<\/p>\n That transport truck never did arrive.\u00a0 They’d had a flat tire and sent someone in a car out to retrieve their passenger and bring him to them.\u00a0 As it turned out, we were going to go right past the place they pulled off the interstate and could have met them there.\u00a0 But we didn’t know that until she was already there to get Spartacus.<\/p>\n So it was a late night of multiple adventures that all turned out well … as long as those boys got home okay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s funny the tracks our minds take sometimes. I don’t normally sit around thinking about the Mustang automobile, but today is has been on my mind quite a bit. It started with a discussion with artist Donna Gregg about the artwork she’s doing for the Dogwood Days event coming up in May. 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<\/a>Marie and I were to meet the HEARTS LLC animal transport truck at the Pilot truck stop on the edge of Bulls Gap Tennessee, about an hours drive from us, to put one of our foster dogs aboard for his ride to New Hampshire.<\/p>\n