It was almost alive. I’ve started it a number of times and apparently one to many. My dad came over and we put the windshild back into the car and bled the brakes. I mounted the 14” mustang rims with the fresh rubber (HTR200). He even ran to the gas station for some gas and a couple of victory beers, but alas, the battery was dead. Oh well, we drank some beer before the actual victory. I’ll have to get the yellow-top charged up and try it again well before dusk. I took another picture.
