This car was completely banged up when we found her.  The owner was in the process of fixing her up and apparently ran into some problems.  He had a fender from an '83 model on it for crying out loud.  When my husband and I went to look at her we saw that she was a diamond in the rough. After 3 months of tinkering with her on the weekends I finally had MY Mustang.  We christened her "Gladys" in memory of my sister in law who had died of bone cancer at the age of 35.