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Posted September 25, 2013 in Altoona, Community Featured
Lois Gorman’s father restored this 1965 Mustang, after making her  sell a similar car in 1971.

Lois Gorman’s father restored this 1965 Mustang, after making her
sell a similar car in 1971.

The year was 1971, and a young woman named Lois Gorman watched through tear-filled eyes as the taillights of the car she just sold, a 1965 Mustang convertible, streaked off into the distance.

“I was broken-hearted,” she remembers.

Who wouldn’t be broken-hearted? The little red sports car with the big engine was Gorman’s dream come true.

But Gorman’s “dream come true” was her father’s worst nightmare. Too many times Gorman had car trouble. And day or night, her dutiful father would be forced to come to the rescue with jumper cables in hand.

For a vibrant young woman like Gorman, car trouble was no trouble at all. After all, her faithful old man handled all the dirty work. But even the most patient and forgiving father has his limit.  Gorman’s father reached his sometime in 1971.  He made her sell the car.

Gorman never forgot her old car, so in 1990 when she stumbled upon an ad for another 1965 Mustang convertible, she hit the brakes and responded quickly.

The lady selling the car was going out that night but she gave Gorman directions to her home anyway and said, “If you like the car, just leave a check on the refrigerator.” (Seriously, that’s what the seller said.)

“I didn’t want to take a chance on it (the car) getting sold to someone else.” Gorman says. She went to see the car, and of course, she loved it. She left a check on the refrigerator, and it was hers.

The new Mustang was in bad shape, and in 1996, Gorman’s father said he’d pay to restore it.  He told her, “I know you love that car, and I want to do this because every time you look at it, I know you’ll think of me.”

Gorman’s father passed away in 2000.

Gorman’s previous Mustang had a three-speed transmission. The current one is an automatic transmission. When telling her tale of two convertibles, Gorman understandably gets choked up, and through tears, she says, “That (the transmission) is the only difference.”  Then she gathers herself and restates with determined sincerity, “That’s the only difference.”

But of course, she is wrong about that. There is another difference. A very big difference: Her dad made her sell the first car, but this Mustang convertible will forever connect Gorman to the loving memory of her caring father in a positive way. And this one doesn’t need jumper cables.

Contact Darren at 953-4822 ext. 304 or Darren@dmcityview.com to recommend someone for an upcoming issue of “What’s In Your Garage?”





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