ugly horse

Now With More EcoBoost There's an EcoBoost 2.0-liter turbocharged four-cylinder in there somewhere, and it's headed straight for Ugly Horse. For the second time in my life, I'm staring at an engine in the back of a truck with no concept of how to get it safely into the garage by my lonesome. ...

Devils, Details and Weight Reduction There are many things I could call this exercise. A party is not one of them. I've spent three days crammed in the axle well of this 1989 Mustang with nothing to keep me company beyond a trouble light, a DeWalt drill on the very last of its legs and ...

Solid Axle? What Solid Axle? I was fully prepared to embark on a seven-day journey down a rabbit hole of broken bolts, internet hearsay and consternation. This should not have gone this easily. Having a long and checkered history of simple projects punctuated by much wailing and gnashing ...

The Slippery Slope I've had a healthy appreciation for cars that stop since one truly unfortunate incident with a runaway 1971 Lincoln Continental. It's funny how quickly a party can turn from, "We're all having blast" to "What happened to the front of the house, and how many stitches do ...

Bits and Pieces The asphyxiation-blue plastic of my dash looked like it would snap under a crass tone. The line between cleverness and idiocy is a blurry one. After reading a number of write-ups on the best way to swap pedal boxes in a Fox Body Ford Mustang, I decided to eschew common ...

Now With More Manual Transmission Trust me when I say there is no more detestable a sensation than being slowly overrun by cold tranny fluid. This isn't my first rodeo. I have, in the past, pulled any number of transmissions, both automatic and manual, and no matter how many times I do the ...

Life To The Car, Death To The Slusher Miss Part I of Project Ugly Horse? Read it here. Daniel was not happy. The melting frost had turned the dirt/mold mixture on the Mustang's rear quarter panel into a sort of frog-sweat slime, and his right hand was now covered in the goo. He stopped ...

Meet the Horse I have always hated this car. Not the Ford Mustang, mind you, nor the ubiquitous Fox body, but this specific car. It's not because it came from the factory cursed with a heavy and under-powered 2.3-liter four-cylinder engine or an entirely worthless four-speed automatic gearbox. ...