I'm not your typical car guy.
I don't like to drink alcohol, I don't like to watch sports, I don't like to sit and do nothing.
I love to think, I love to be active, I love to drive, I love to race, I love to tinker, I love long, challenging projects. I love the nitty gritty details. I love the big picture. I love to live in the moment.
Mostly, I love to learn and explore.
For me, cars are a spring board to all that I love. I enjoy their history, their romance, their competitive aspects, their technology, and their beauty. I love to visit new places in them. I love to stare down hard corners at high speeds and rifle into them, set the suspension for perfectly timed and arced slip-angle apexes, and power out through the exits. I love to launch violently hard in drag races.
You won't find me saying things like "I like my Mustang, I'm a Ford guy, everything else sucks!" I enjoy them all.
I read because I love to learn. And I read a lot. Knowledge can be power, but it certainly isn't sorrow – to me, what it really is, is freedom. It's ignorance that holds people back, that keeps people down, and I will have none of it.
Cars haven't been a life-long passion of mine. I didn't get interested in them until I was 15 – the reason was simple: I didn't drive.
When I did start driving I had a predisposition for classics. My Grandfather, a retired chemist and mechanic, drove a '67 El Camino with a 283 V8 he'd modified for gas mileage and power. My Mother also drove a classic, a '66 Mustang with a 200 I6. I am very much a product of those two influences.
Thanks to my Grandfather, even before I drove I already had two points of view that guided my choices with cars. First, classic cars were just built better than modern cars – and at the time, it was most definitely true. Second, 4-cylinders were for motorcycles and V8s were for cars.
My first automotive interest was a '66 Mustang because of my Mother's car, which I learned to drive in. My first passion, however, was a 1970 Corvette LS5 454. It was shortly after my Grandfather's death that I struck out on my own to learn more about cars, and it was then that I came across the Stingray of my dreams and another motto to live by: There's no replacement for displacement.
I discovered this motto because I had discovered another new passion: performance.
I began the search for my first car at 16 and, of course, I had no way of affording an LS5 Corvette. So, because of my upbringing, I began my search with two ideas firmly in place: It must be a '66 Mustang coupe and it must have a V8.
Although my upbringing had the most influence on what kind of vehicle I was looking for, it was my newfound passion for performance and the idea that there was no replacement for displacement that dictated which specific vehicle I purchased.
Well, that and the amount of money I had to spend.
My first car was nicknamed "the 351." It was a '66 Mustang with a 351W, a C4 automatic, and 2.80:1 open rear end. I bought it in February of 1993 and I immediately fell in love with its burgundy and gray primer exterior, covered by a white vinyl top, and shod with bright chrome mags.
That gave me another rule of thumb by which to rate automobiles: displacement to weight ratio. With the 351 somewhere in the 8:1 cubic inch to weight range, it would become the displacement to weight ratio by which I would judge all other cars. Just to give you an idea, a 454 Chevelle has a cubic inch to weight ratio of approximately 8.8:1. The 351, with its two-barrel carb and exhaust manifolds, lacked horsepower and RPM but was still a bruiser to drive.
It was that car – more than anything else – that formed my idea about what cars should be like.
Since my first car came and went, I've had a strong passion for the automobile that's grown with me. From the simple joys of the freedom and discovery they provide, to the raw excitement of racing them, to the challenging problem solving that comes with working on them, to the intellectual and scientific curiosity they satisfy within me, to the artistic beauty of their form. Cars have helped shape much of my outlook on life and have yet to fail me as a conduit for the many aspects of myself as I've discovered and deepened my knowledge of them.
This is the most recent photo of me – I think. It was taken in April of 2014. Click image to enlarge.
This photo was taken in 2003, after my first successful launch of Classics and Performance. Click image to enlarge.
Going to the Sun Road
What does a tight, winding road high in the Rockies have to do with the development of Classics and Performance?
It would be my love of adventuring and road tripping that would eventually lead to my fondness for cars. As I mention on my biography page, I didn't always love cars, I grew to love them rather rapidly once I was able to drive. However, I began road tripping at a very young age, probably before, but certainly by the age of four, when I first traversed this road.
This is Going to the Sun Road in Glacier National Park. It is world renowned, a white knuckler, and stunning beyond description. You have to see it in person to understand.
It was those road trips I was forced to go on as a child that would eventually play a significant role in my appreciation of cars, driving, and the freedom that accompanied them – when I was finally able to take the wheel, myself, as a teenager.
From there, it was an affinity for classic Mustangs, Muscle Cars, speed, and racing that would cement my affection.
The development of Classics and Performance was just a natural outgrowth. Click image to enlarge.
Grandpa's El Camino
My Grandfather and his '67 El Camino were two of my earliest automotive influences. I grew up with stories of the adventures he had in it, of the things he did to modify it, and spent much of my childhood riding around in it. It had a 283 V8, a Powerglide automatic transmission, and a 3.08:1 Posi-Traction rear end. He grew up with cars, himself, and was an auto mechanic in his younger years, before eventually working as a lab technician and a head of quality control. It was his influence that pushed me to both pursue lifelong education and have a love of cars. A non-conformist at heart, he also taught me to think for myself and to look inward for guidance. Coupled with his love of intellectual adventure, I learned many a unique life-skill that has shaped much of what I am today. Click image to enlarge.
My first car was a '66 Mustang coupe packing a 351W, backed by a C4 automatic, and a 2.80:1 open rear end. It didn't have much horsepower, but it was a beast to drive. The original color was Vintage Burgundy, but it was painted a much darker shade at some point in its life, and was covered in spots of gray primer. It also had an atrocious white vinyl top and chrome mags, but not Cragar's – they were a knock off made by American Racing. By the time I sent it on its way to someone who sent it to the big scrap heap in the sky, it was in pretty sorry condition. I still wished I would have kept it, though. Click image to enlarge.
It was about 10 AM on a Sunday morning in February of 1999 when a car ad in the paper was brought to my attention. It was a Shadow Blue Metallic '87 Mustang LX sedan with a 5.0 V8 and a T5 5-speed manual. I was a college student at that point and needed reliable transportation to get me to school. It would become my third car, my most successful project, and it didn't end up on the big scrap heap in the sky. Although I no longer have it, it found a good home with my cousin. I would later discover the merits of not having a project car as a commuter car and vice-versa. Much later. Long before I learned this lesson, this car went down and I spent a few years turning it into a 347-powered bruiser, deciding I wanted more, then selling it to my cousin to fund my "preferred ride." Click image to enlarge.
My first GT Mustang was of the '66 variety. The long and the short of the whole "Ryan wants a '66" story goes something like this: My first car was in bad shape (body, etc), and I thought it would be more economically, time, and energy effective to replace it with something in better shape to start with. I also wanted a manual instead of an auto – therefore I traded it for the Turquoise '66 in a round-about way and it promptly got totaled. After I got out of college, I decided to forge forward with my dream. Desiring an even better platform to begin with, I bought a '66 GT coupe which had fast ratio steering, front disc brakes, a manual transmission, and a 4-barrel 289 – all with a better body, well at least, condition anyway. Problem was, I wasn't a big fan of the looks of GT coupes. I like GT fastbacks and standard coupes, but not so much the blending of the two. I convinced myself this was a good idea on paper, but it was just never what I wanted. I wanted my first car with a manual. So, lots of money later, it went to a better home. Expensive lesson learned. The moral: don't compromise, get what you really want, be happy. Click image to enlarge.
Unlike my first GT, the '95 GT was one I really wanted.
As a kid, I thought the Fox body cars of the '70s,'80s, & '90s were sacrilege. Then came along the '93 Cobra and the return of the running mustang to the grill. That was better. Then the '94 was produced and I felt like the Mustang had returned to its roots. It was curvy and aggressive with cues from the '60s original – it looked like a Mustang again and I found myself completely enamored with the car.
Of course, at the time, I had no way of affording one, so I bided my time. Not ten years later I found myself the nearly perfect version: GT, black, low miles, manual transmission – it was a match made in heaven.
Although not perfect, it was an excellent car. It cornered just the way I wanted it too, it had excellent brakes, and a healthy – if not completely invigorating – pushrod 5.0 V8.
If there are any complaints about this car, the only one that really sticks out for me is that, in the originals, the driver sat in the car, with the center of balance at right about hip level, making it feel completely responsive, as if everything runs through your gut, the newer one still has the problem the earlier Fox Bodies do, you feel like you're sitting on the car with the center of gravity below your butt, thus taking you out of connection with the car.
Otherwise, this was what I thought the Fox Bodies always should have been.
And I still have it to this day.
But it's my baby. Click image to enlarge.
The New 351
The New 351 is a return to my roots of a sort.
As I've mentioned, the '66 Mustang I wanted was a replica of my first car, a plain-Jane coupe with a manual. I swapped the '66 GT for this car.
One night, my cousin and I went out to pick up the new '66 coupe, took the '66 GT to do it, swapped the two and drove home in the New 351. They were the same color and the new car was in much better – although by no means great or even good – shape, and it was like I went out and returned with the same car in better condition.
This car's purpose is to become a replica of the Original 351 – at least in the most personally significant areas – while having the options I'd really wanted on the original car. Although right now it's packing a 289 V8 and a 3-speed manual, it will eventually house a 351W and a 4-speed – and not be covered in Ivy Green, I loathe Ivy Green...so much. Instead, it will either be Vintage Burgundy, Raven Black, or possibly a darker shade of burgundy to better match the original.
Like the GT, it sits – a bit destitute – in need of repairs. Okay, "repairs" makes it sound better than it is. It requires a total restoration.
Like everything else, I'm working on it.
Like a snail.
A very, very determined, completely obstinate, snail. Click image to enlarge.
'89 LX SSP
Another expensive, painful lesson learned: The '89 Mustang LX sedan I purchased as an "improved" platform to build my dream "5.0" from. This was the car I replaced the 347 with. It was an eBay acquisition – and a very, very bad one at that. I wanted a black car, and this one promised to give me that canvas to work from. It was an SSP car, an ex-Florida Highway Patrol car, in fact. The paint was shit, the interior was nasty, it had been in a flood, was severely rusted out in a major structural area, and was in need of so much TLC, I got out from under it before it drug me under. Click image to enlarge.
Driving to Glacier
Here's a shot Patty (my very good friend and at that time, girlfriend) took while we were heading to Glacier on vacation. We were pulling out of Libby, Montana, heading for that night's stop right outside the park in a small town called West Glacier. I missed the exit because it had changed so much since I'd last been there a decade before that I no longer recognized the area. We ended up pulling in long about 9:30 that night. In most places, that's not a problem, but in West Glacier, the hotel clerk goes home at 9. This was taken at the end of July, 2004. Click image to enlarge.
My '95 Mustang GT and I
Again, this was taken by Patty at the end of July, 2004, right outside our room the day after we arrived in West Glacier. Thankfully, the hotel clerk planned ahead and we were able to get into our room. The first thing we did when we woke up, was explore the town and the surrounding wilderness. Little did we know there was a black bear living right in the area we explored. We didn't find out until we were heading home. We had more trouble with bears on that trip than I'd care to experience. FYI, the book "Night of the Grizzlies" is a true story and it happened in Glacier National Park. Click image to enlarge.
Brake Tear Down
At the beginning of February, 2006 I was in the process of removing my '93 Mustang's rear brakes in preparation for returning the faulty mod back to "stock." The reason I have stock in quotes is that the vehicle had dealer-installed chassis mods (Kenny Brown subframe connectors and K-member stiffener) that would prevent me from fully returning it to stock without some body work, and this is one of those things that gives this car character and makes it kind of unique. Click image to enlarge.
Pinion Bearing Assembly
On a Sunday night in September of 2006, I was busy (and tiredly) pressing a pinion gear bearing onto the pinion gear for a rear end build for the '93. At the time, I was looking for a new car but had no idea I was about to find an '87 Mustang sedan. Click image to enlarge.