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They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That said I guess I was the only one to see it
I stood marveling at what would be my first car

She was a white 1957 Ford Fairlane 500 Custom
With a red and white interior in very good shape
It was the front end of her exterior that sucked

In 1966 when I brought her at a junk yard sale
Her headlights had rusted out of the fenders
The hood didn't seem to line up so it'd close

Yet despite these obvious flaws in her beauty
I knew with some hard work and many prayers
This car would once again be a great beauty

My parents must have thought I was really nuts
Mom didn't seem to like this worn out clunker
My Dad just smiled and say anything is possible

So began my restoration on my very first car
Dad had this friend that use to work for him
He had this salvage yard with many old cars

They had found me a replacement front end
It was a perfect match and we bolted it on
Suddenly my rusted car became a great beauty

For five hundred dollars I transformed her
With allot of hard work and some polishing
My 500 Custom now looked almost brand new

Over the next couple of months I detailed her
Her new engine shined with new paint and chrome
The dual exhaust had that fine tuned rumble

I had replaced her worn out 292 engine
Put in a rebuilt 312 police interceptor
Her 4bbl. made a loud Waaah when sucking in air

This Ford Fairlane 500 Custom was AWESOME
Those G-60-15" polyglass tires would scream
Sitting at a light I'd brake torque the tires

As the light turned green I released the brakes
I floored the gas pedal she smoked those tires
Suddenly she bit into the pavement and she flew

She bolted like she had a rocket strapped on her
The acceleration was amazing to say the least
But there was a price to pay for this joy ride

Everything had been built up on this Fairlane
Except for one of the most important things
That 2 speed transmission couldn't handle it

It was the original, just low and go gears
Winding her out and shifting from low to go
She blew out her gears she couldn't take it

It was a costly lesson one I couldn't afford
So she sat in the backyard waiting for repairs
She was never fixed because the war came along

I ended up enlisting in the US Air Force in 1968
Knowing I'd be gone for at least four years or so
I had my Dad sell her and put the money in savings

I had a lot of fun with that car and had new freedom
To go places and see things I might not have before
She was my 1957 Ford Fairlane 500 Custom a real beauty

Terry Sasek - Alwaysawarrior - all rights reserved.

The car pictured is not the one I owned and restored,
the only difference was that my car was all white on
the exterior, but the interiors were the same on both.

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