Something Blue
“I was among those who were lured away from other camps by the Fox-era 5.0 Mustang…” I can still recall my high school auto shop teacher going around the room, asking each of us in the class what kind of engine we wanted to work on for the semester. Having bought a Chevelle that summer, naturally I said I wanted to do a Chevy. “Yer gettin’ a Ford!” he snapped back. The teenage me was annoyed, assuming the teacher was just being a jerk — he knew what kind of car I had, after all. Of course, the slightly more mature me recognizes that the teacher was looking out for my interests, attempting to broaden my knowledge of what goes on inside an engine. He knew I was already busy ruining my…