Introducing the 1960 Ford Falcon Ranchero
Being that I'm a big-time newspaper publisher, it only seems fitting that I have a classic car for taking The Goddess out to Sunday brunch or a rummage sale.
I considered purchasing a Bugatti or an old Cadillac, but due to budgetary constraints and the crumbling economy, I had to set my sights on something more realistic. Last week I found a classic vehicle in my price range. It was located out on Warren Creek Road next to a chicken coop.
It's a 1960 Ford Falcon Ranchero, with a straight-6 and three on the tree. It hauls ass and appears to be mechanically sound, despite a wee bit of rust.
The speedometer didn't work on the test drive until I hit a pothole. Now it's fully functional, almost.
I like the name "Ranchero." It's very manly and makes me want to talk like the guy in the Black Angus commercials.