Maggie's Coming Apart!

My 1967 Mercury Cougar "Maggie the Merc." as she is being taken apart for restoration, she's finally having progress made! Once started, there will be no stopping, so enjoy the ride as we rebuild her, and watch as a car once left for dead is revived as a car that will be drop dead gorgeous. For those who don't know the story, Maggie was found in a field outside of Calgary, Alberta, where she had resided for 25 years at the time I had found her. I asked the owner if he would sell her, and he said "yes, for $500," and boy were my spirits and energy high from that! I was 12 at the time, and immediately started saving money from Christmas, birthday's and allowance so I could get her. I saved for four years for a car fund, and Maggie sort of slipped my mind, until she came back into my life when I saw this video by [link] where Maggie was found and shown to the world for the first time. I immediately called my friends dad who knew the owner to tell him that she was mine, and I was willing to buy her. He told me to go over to the property and talk to the owner. I went back to the property with $1000 (for parts and such) and told him that I had the money to buy her. He told me that someone had offered more money, $1000, and if I wanted her I'd have to pay that soon or she was gone. I was fortunate, as I bought her then and there. A couple months later she was moved from her little mound that had built up around her for all those years, and moved to another spot so we could have better trailer access for her. She has driven, run, and as of today caught fire (to much ether in the carb and she backfired something fierce), and she is my baby.

People have asked me why did I buy such a rusty pile of crap, why I don't just swap a fender onto another Cougar and say she's still with me, or why I don't just buy something in better shape. I could have, but Maggie isn't another Cougar to me, to me there is something more to her than just being my dream car. The moment I first saw her I was in love with her. She screamed out for help, she was a car that deserved a second chance at being on the road, to be back where she belongs, not in a field to rot, not a garage to be hidden, or a museum to be up on display, but the open road that was designed for cars, where she was born to run. She has rust, she has a lot of work that needs to be done to get her there, but so far, I've had the time of my life working on her, learning more and more how to work on older cars, and bonding with her. The day she's back on the road is a day I'll capture and cherish for years to come, and I will make sure to take a ton of videos and photos for you guys as well!