Flip-Flops to the junkyard. To. The. Junkyard.
I’ve been to the junkyard, plenty. As a matter of fact, I’ve been to the junkyard to get parts for 1960s Mustangs, and their idiot adopted cousin, the Fairlane. A proper junkyard is full of snakes, yo. As a matter of fact, we used to go snake hunting in the junkyard. You’re going car hunting in a snakeyard. Wearing toddler shorts ain’t helping your look, either, dude. And you keep returning to the junkyard without any tools. You’re on the Motor Trend channel, so you’re obviously dilettantes, so we’ll move on.
Then you pick out a ’69 fastback from the selection of Mustangs. You get bonus points for calling it a “Disgustang.” Borderline clever, that. I hate to break it to you, but the older Mustangs are better. Your observation that a ’64 to ’66 Mustang is a girlie version of the car is, well, a girlyman’s idea of what a real man’s Mustang would be. You’re buying a Mary Tyler Moore daily driver, thinking it’s a Mad Max hot rod. Your fastback is right next door to a Maverick (shudder).
Look, I’m finding fault where there isn’t much. A ’69 Mustang restoration is God’s work. You’re minor angels in God’s garage, but angels nonetheless.