I own a suicide bird, A nice 67 thunderbird with a nice maroon finish. i bought in november as a good restoration project. And i search for parts. and it takes months to find parts. But every place i go, every place i turn, its 66 down. only a small few parts are available, and half of which i dont need. Why has these years of birds been accursed to such a hate.
These are not glamorbirds, these were the musclebirds, the years which Detroit muscle met the flying bird bringing style and strength together creating an ultimate machine which still mocks cars built today.
But a revolution is coming, the day which my bird is considered the classic, looked above than the old birds seen more today.
The last question i have for you, why is my bird treated with so much more respect being driven around than an older bird, there is no other bird that gets more looks and more nods and remarks. I drive every day, and speak to people who remember my bird being made, how much everyone loves it. The honks of approvement in front of me, never behind because it is never being left behind.
For those to who were born before my bird, i got a great "Booya" to you, because my bird gets its respect, while your bird sits and bites the bullet.
My bird. The bird.