With summer just around the corner my Sweetie decided to get his black beauty out of storage and get it all shined up for weekend spins. He always wanted an all American muscle car as a teenager, but he had to wait till his thirties for that dream to become a reality. He painstakingly restored what was once a white, beaten up, single owner 1968 Ford Mustang to the souped up ride you see above. Whenever I am trying to think of something to blog about, he always says, "Why don't you write about the Stang?" This comment is always met with an eye roll from me, but this time I decided to humor him. After all, he did spend a lot of time getting it all slicked up, and he deserves some props. He should really enjoy what time he has left with this car though.