Treasure Valley Mustang and Ford Club

Member Car of the Month - September 1998

Pony Tale--R 65 GT

In `65 our Mustang was sired, a 5R09A,
A fastback GT, a real 2+2, the pony was equipped,
With a 289, four barrels, four speeds,
And a beautiful coat of twilight turquoise.
Bro Don bought the bronc from horse trader Bob Rice,
To ferry skiers on the curvy roads to Bogus.
But when three little girls became,
More than the fold-down could handle,
The pony was replaced with more practical transport,
So Bro Don sold his pony to little Bro Steve.

     Bro Steve rode the pony for several years,
     First to college and then to work.
     Reliable was the service of the proud steed,
     But she was dinged and then danged,
     And the pony started to sag.
     Worse yet the motor started to bang,
     And the front fender was crunched.
     Other demands pre-empted repairs of the old nag,
     So Bro Steve retired his sick pony to the barn,
     And the old pony rested patiently there.

Across the valley the Bro Bob and his wife,
Were thinking of old times,
And how much they enjoyed Bob's sixty nine.
Then Bro Bob got a wild hair.
Bob said to his cowgirl,
"Who needs a new horse?
Let's trade for that sway back.
We'll dress up her coat,
Then transplant some horse parts;
And we'll have a shiny new pony to ride."

     Bro Steve was reluctant but knew his loved pony
     would be well cared for by Bro Bob,
     So they rounded up the old nag and hauled her off.
     In Boise plans for restoring gradually took shape,
     While the nag rested peacefully in the garage.
     But things were not so peaceful,
     Cause one day the pony sprung a big oil slick.
     "How in the heck could a sleeping pony blow a rod?"
     Asked Bob of his loved ones.
     "Not me," they all neighed, but he knew better.

With this setback the pony was drug,
To a barn in the country, covered & fergot.
But Bob and his cowgirl came up with a plan,
They hired a gypo who claimed,
He could restore the old nag to her beauty & Braun.
But all he accomplished was to take her apart,
And drag her from barn to barn--till Bob and Glenda,
Wondered if the gypo was really a horse thief.
Patience forgotten they rounded up the pony, pieces and parts,
Stuck them in storage and licked their wounds.

     Them what's smarter might have given up--and parted her out,
     But Buckaroo Bob still recalled the noble beast,
     How she rounded those corners on the way to Bogus.
     And so they resolved to give it another shot,
     Before shooting the horse...or worse yet each other.
     They found Tom the Pony Whisperer;
     Tom picked up the pieces and started working his magic.
     First he found Charley to pound out the dents,
     And restore her fine coat to better than new,
     With a magnificent new coat of twilight turquoise.

Then Tom worked on the details, inside and out
While Dale made each gear and bearing mesh smoothly.
For six months or more they labored,
Each part was disassembled and reassembled;
And junkyard Bob roamed the country for pieces n' parts.
One piece at a time the pony came together,
Includin' the motor that Steve the motor guy fergot he rebuilt
Till the horse started looking like a purebred again.
And now at long last we near the end of our tale,
Cause the pony's complete from bumper to trumpets.

     That's the saga of the Braun pony,
     At long last Buckaroo Bob's persistence has paid,
     Tho times were rough for him and his cowgirl.
     So whenever you're hankerin' for a blast from the past,
     Give Bob and his gal a call.
     They'll fire up the pony and give you a ride.
     But if one day you come to visit and find them not home,
     Then look for them cruisin' on the Idaho trails,
     Ridin' into the sunset hand-in-hand,
     In the bucket seats of their `65 Stang.

Robert and Glenda Braun                     August, 1998

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