5/6/2023 0 Comments Candy apple redBut as Sam Spade said in The Maltese Falcon, “Don’t be too sure I’m as crooked as I’m supposed to be.” The inspector wasn’t either. A ten dollar bill burned a guilty hole in my pocket. I had the bright idea to take it to an inspection station in the city of Chelsea, its reputation for corruption leading me astray. Worse though was the fact-unknown to us-that the car just wasn’t…connected. Regardless, the Mustang’s carbon output would have flunked any inspection, the inspector overcome by dizzying carbon monoxide fumes. I’m sure they didn’t use the testing machines inspection sites do now. Reality set in during the month in which the Mustang had to pass a Massachusetts inspection. A few well-aimed smacks and the engine would fire up and if lead-footed on the accelerator, you were off to the races! We kept a plumber’s wrench in the glove compartment in order to bang on the solenoid. I’d never driven a 225 HP V8 before and though our Mustang had it’s problems, lack of zip was not one of them. Ford’s color swatches for the 1966 Mustang Friends usually don’t buy cars together, but the purchase, the ownership and the inevitable sale did bring us together. We bought the faded red 1966 Mustang for next to no money, which was fortuitous since I had none. The car body was banged up-a dull version of its original glory. Some sort of fantasy of owning a candy apple red Mustang led us to buying a wreck of one in the very early 1980s. It was hard to choose between the candy apples regardless, since the color candy apple red is both lurid and alluring. Easier to eat, the caramel apples were sometimes rolled in peanuts-delicious! My father then was relegated to eating his own candy apple, but I don’t think he indulged. Never saw candy apples with chocolate chipsĪt some point, I discovered caramel-coated apples. Once he cracked the red shellac, I could access the rest. Nostalgia for my childhood, but also my youth, when we briefly owned a candy apple red 1966 Mustang.Īs a child, my small choppers could not break their way in, so my father started the candy apples for me. The draw was one of nostalgia and not temptation. Still, those candy apples drew my eye, the candy apple red color a beacon. As my father might have joked, “A free pair of dentures with every candy apple,” (if you can stand it, another of my father’s jokes may be found in the post, /the-4th-of-july) Some weeks ago I noticed red hard-coated candy apples for sale in our local supermarket. Treats of this color reliably make their fall appearance in several countries as though the confluence of the apple harvest, Hallowe’en, and the UK’s Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night (November 5th) predestined the bond of red sugar shellac and apple. Candy apple red-a color that joins the flame of fall’s reds, oranges and golds.
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