I bought my 2008 new in Nov 2007 in Fresno, Ca. In 2010, my daughter wanted me to teach her how to drive and she wanted to learn a stick. I asked her if she was okay if I taught her in the Shelby, that she would be one of very few people that can say she learned to drive in a GT500. So be it..!
Fast forward to Dec 2015. I went on a drive to my machine shop with my Siberian husky, Maiya. I had Maiya, the best dog I've ever had for only 2-1/2 years when she was misdiagnosed and succumbed to cancer. She was ALWAYS at my side, wherever I went.
Sorry, back to my drive. It was a clear, dry, 60 degree day. On my way home, I was getting on I-10 with three slow drivers in front of me. There was no traffic to merge with and I was a little frustrated at how slow these guys were going. swung wide to pass these guys, but gave it more gas than I should have, fishtailed, lost control and went into a 360 spin. I was going about 70 mph. I ended up stopped by a few Palo Verde trees in the dirt median. The damage was extensive, but fortunately all cosmetic. The repair by Ford took three months and came it out beautiful, but I was just not comfortable knowing the car's value took a hit. So I started window shopping.
I found an identical twin in Alabama. I asked the seller if he had an SVT certificate, which he did. I was curious what the build date was, to compare to mine. When he told me, I could not believe it. It was my birthday. This basically sealed the deal. I owned both for a short time and when I spoke of one of them, there was always confusion which one I was talking about, so I simply started calling them "#1" and "#2".
In 2016, I offered to "sell" #1 to my daughter thinking she might want the car she learned to drive in, but she said it was too much car for her. I then offered it to Dustin, my mechanic friend, who built my motor only 10k miles before. He knew #1 like the back of his hand and really wanted it, but his wife was expecting with their first child, so the timing was not right. I eventually sold it to a guy in Oklahoma.
Now with only #2 in my garage, I had to somehow pay tribute to Maiya for being with me on that fateful day, so I did something I've never done before, name #2>>
Fast forward to present day. About one month ago, I discovered unintentionally that #1 was for sale. I told Dustin about it. Just yesterday, he flew to Oklahoma and bought it. He's one happy camper. He should be home today. I made just one request to him. In five or ten or fifteen years from now, it doesn't matter, when he's done playing with it, to give me right of first refusal. I want #1 back, regardless of age, condition, mileage, etc. because I want to preserve it for my daughter. I know that one day years from now when I'm gone, she can look at that car and say it was her first.
Fast forward to Dec 2015. I went on a drive to my machine shop with my Siberian husky, Maiya. I had Maiya, the best dog I've ever had for only 2-1/2 years when she was misdiagnosed and succumbed to cancer. She was ALWAYS at my side, wherever I went.
Sorry, back to my drive. It was a clear, dry, 60 degree day. On my way home, I was getting on I-10 with three slow drivers in front of me. There was no traffic to merge with and I was a little frustrated at how slow these guys were going. swung wide to pass these guys, but gave it more gas than I should have, fishtailed, lost control and went into a 360 spin. I was going about 70 mph. I ended up stopped by a few Palo Verde trees in the dirt median. The damage was extensive, but fortunately all cosmetic. The repair by Ford took three months and came it out beautiful, but I was just not comfortable knowing the car's value took a hit. So I started window shopping.
I found an identical twin in Alabama. I asked the seller if he had an SVT certificate, which he did. I was curious what the build date was, to compare to mine. When he told me, I could not believe it. It was my birthday. This basically sealed the deal. I owned both for a short time and when I spoke of one of them, there was always confusion which one I was talking about, so I simply started calling them "#1" and "#2".
In 2016, I offered to "sell" #1 to my daughter thinking she might want the car she learned to drive in, but she said it was too much car for her. I then offered it to Dustin, my mechanic friend, who built my motor only 10k miles before. He knew #1 like the back of his hand and really wanted it, but his wife was expecting with their first child, so the timing was not right. I eventually sold it to a guy in Oklahoma.
Now with only #2 in my garage, I had to somehow pay tribute to Maiya for being with me on that fateful day, so I did something I've never done before, name #2>>
Fast forward to present day. About one month ago, I discovered unintentionally that #1 was for sale. I told Dustin about it. Just yesterday, he flew to Oklahoma and bought it. He's one happy camper. He should be home today. I made just one request to him. In five or ten or fifteen years from now, it doesn't matter, when he's done playing with it, to give me right of first refusal. I want #1 back, regardless of age, condition, mileage, etc. because I want to preserve it for my daughter. I know that one day years from now when I'm gone, she can look at that car and say it was her first.
