Mustang Owners Manual

Original Ford Mustang 1966 Owners Manual

What is usually the one thing that is missing when buy a vintage or classic car? Original paperwork! Over the last few weeks I have been collating the pages of my original ’66 Mustang Owners Manual that I was lucky enough to get with the car. I have now finished converted my slightly grubby manual into a PDF document to share with anybody who is interested. For owners of these classic cars it’s a bible on specifications, original part numbers, service guides and tips. For those interested in memorabilia it’s an opportunity to read what ford had to say about their car that was to become a legend. I honestly hope this is of some use to somebody out there, please let me know if you do find it useful. I am pleased with the scan quality as the inside is in very good condition considering its age, but the pages are quite thin and are a bit delicate now. The PDF is around 6mb, so it may take a short while to download onto the screen depending on your internet speed. The size of the original manual is 210mm x 100mm. Enjoy 🙂

Click on the picture for the manual.

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I have also added the PDF to my Articles menu under 1966 Mustang Owners Manual. I wonder how man of these are still out there? Does anybody know?

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Mustangs, Religion & Yoga!

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Do Mustangs and religion mix?

I am going to slightly bend a little unwritten rule I have set myself on my blog, I was never going to talk about religion or politics. The reason being I will invariably upset somebody which is not my intention at all, and I am trying to remain neutral, but this story needs to be told. Is the story good enough to warrant the bending of my little rule? I hope so, but you can tell me. Take this little story in the good nature it’s intended.

Before I get going I must say; I couldn’t care less about what religion you are or not as the case may be, and I couldn’t less care who you vote for. Your opinions and beliefs are yours, and it’s not for me to judge.

The date was a Saturday, the wife has taken the mother-in-law out shopping, and I am happy, time with my car. The weather is cold, but I have that sorted; t-shirt, jumper, coat and a Snap On winter hat (this hat looks a little like a dear stalker, or a WW2 fighter helmet). The hat is warm and even has little flaps by the ears that you lift up so you can hear better! (Make a mental note here about this hat.) Ok, so I may look like a tool, and I don’t mean like the tools in my Snap On tool chest either. But, my head stays warm and I couldn’t care less about what anybody else thinks about it. If you don’t like it – don’t look at it. Simple, yes?

So there I was I took out my tools to the car that’s in the garage and had lots in mind that I wanted to do. I was going to remove the brake booster, reservoir pot, as the bad weather has caused some surface rust to reappear again. After that I would take the slow punctured wheel off to get it repaired. As the car is in nose first and tight against the wall it’s a job to move around it. The situation was playing havoc with my mind, I wanted to push the car back, but I can’t because the tyre is flat, I can’t get the wheel off as it’s close to the wall. Not ideal but I will think of something, I usually do.

The brake booster is located in the back right hand corner of the engine bay as you look at it, directly in front of the driver on the fire wall. The sockets, spanners and ratchets were taken to the corner of the garage and I shoe horned my self between the gap of the fender and the wall. I’m not a little guy, 6′ 4″ tall and best part of 18 stone, such manoeuvres require military like planning to make sure that once I am in place everything is to hand and wont have to keep getting in and out. Spanners all lined up like soldiers, socket tray and ratchets all placed on my fender covers. An old towel was placed on the cowl to stop damage to the paint and rolling around. I undone the main brake line that comes out from the booster to main splitter, and the vacuum hoses. Two bolts hold the reservoir in place, this was removed with little effort. I was bending over and had a little torch to see what I was doing, as all good mechanics will tell you the way to hold a torch is in your mouth when in tight places. The brake booster is held to the firewall by a bracket that in turn is held in place by four screws behind it. To get to this bolts require yoga type positions where your wrist has to be virtually dislocated to get to one of the bolts at the bottom, it’s always the last one as I found out before, so I done this one first. The other three are fine to get off and easily accessible. Bolts off and stored on the fender guard. The next part is awkward. The brake pedal linkage is connected to the back of the booster via a small shaft and a safety clip at the end. This is slid between the mounting bracket points that has holes cut out in order to remove this bar and pin.

Picture the scene, I am now bend right over the car, the hood is up and I am wedged in the small gap that I can get into. The torch is in my mouth, the long-nosed pliers are in hand and the brake booster is in the other hand. The hat is on, I am gently maneuvering the booster around to take the weight off the locking pin, there is crunching on the gravel driveway. It’s the postman I assume, I am expecting a magnetic torch to be delivered for the very reason. I’m OK for now, it can wait. The pliers move in for the kill, they grip the exposed end of the clip, I start to pull it up. I’m murmuring to myself about how the clip does not have a father at this point, it was particularly difficult at the time. More crunching on the drive, the postman is going. I pay no attention. The pin is free and I am taking my time. “Heeellooooh, are you there” and a banging on the trunk of my car with a hand.

Two things I have an issue with here: One, of course I am here, I am wedged in a small place with torch in mouth. Two, somebody is touching my car, you weren’t invited to do so. I could assume, that me banging on you head with my 1/2inch spanner will not cause you to complain either. My car doesn’t look much at the moment, but neither does a Ming dynasty vase look brilliant, you don’t go round banging them either.

As I was taken by surprise I jumped, my body tells me to straighten, fine it responds. My head is now slammed into the hood by the hood spring, with the expletives that our fully flowing now, just like the blood from my left hand finger which was now jammed in the booster mount. The torch has dropped and has made a few clattering noises on the way down to the garage floor, the pliers have followed suite by lack of grip and the safety locking clip has now made a gentle tinkle to somewhere in the black hole void of the engine bay. I was not happy! In the process of me trying to emerge are as gracefully as possible I forgot the spanners were there and knocked a few of them onto the floor as well. Now I am seriously unhappy. Standing up straight I now, my hat is on the skew and almost have the ear flap covering my right eye like some sort of hairy eye patch. There at the end of the car was a bloke in his mid fifties standing on tip toe swaying trying to get a good look at me, he looked like some drunken Meerkat waving a sheet of paper at me. “Can I interest you in this leaflet, have you asked yourself some of these questions?” He got a response alright, I advised him that from thirty odd feet away I can’t read his leaflet and I don’t wanna read it. I was more concerned about stopping the blood pumpin’ out of my finger so I can straighten my hat. He did look a little bemused as to why I was a little curt with him to say the least as I was straightening my hat up.  There was a cold frosty few seconds were the cold lifeless stare of man should be enough to say, time to leave. Metaphorically speaking, tumble weeds rolled across between us, he said “Oh, OK I will leave it here for you”, with that put it on the trunk, gave it a little pat like some obediant dog and scampered off. Now I am mad. He touched the car again, and I had to find the bits. The torch was easy, that fell straight down and was still on. I managed to sort of slide down the wall sideways on and reach under to retrieve the torch. There are now light teeth marks in the torch rubber, if it were a steel one I would have sent the bloke the bill to have my teeth capped, I swear I would have chipped them. So now I had to look for the bolts and most importantly the clip. I could see it, right in the corner of the engine bay on the chassis member. I couldn’t reach it so I had to go and get the magnetic extendable pick up tool.  That could wait for now. So I resumed the new yoga position (that I just invented) called Mustang Forward Crane Position, this involves said maneuver before, butt pressed against a wall, bent over at the waist, arms in some weird position and your head jammed against a hood spring, but with an additional forty-five degree body twist to one side to get the locating bar out of a Brake Booster and pedal linkage. A couple of minutes later it was out.

I took the reservoir and booster back to the man cave, got the magnetic pick up tool and went back to the engine bay, only stopping to pick up the leaflet from the Jehovah Witness. To be fair if he had have been five minutes later there would be no issue. I would have politely declined his offer. I am not saying what I did with the leaflet, but I suddenly remembered that I must put the recycling bin out. The pick up tool was able to get the nuts and the locking pin fine. The tool seems like a luxury, but in this case I was glad I had one. The wheel came of no problem and the car is now sitting on an axle stand until the tyre is fixed. Erm, that also reminds me, I must give Will a call to let him know it’s on its way. Lol 🙂

So, does religion and Mustangs mix, not with me they didn’t, on that occasion anyway.

That was my story, I hope it was worth reading, as the whole thing is absolutely true. The hat? If it weren’t for my Snap On hat I would have had blood coming from my head as well, due to location of the newly defined yoga position.

Snap on winter hat - saved me from disaster
My Snap On winter hat – saved me from disaster

Review of Tuff Stuff Alternator

I have reviewed the Tuff Stuff 100amp alternator and custom bracket (link here), or you can find it under the Parts Section on the header bar. I have had a few hits in the search about this so I have decided to do review it.

If I get time I will add some pictures of the Brake Booster and it’s removal. If not I will add them during the week.

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What a Drip!

Old classics don’t leak, they just scent their ground.

Today was the day that I needed to get a drip tray.  The reason is my little ol’ girl has decided that she wants to scent her new home. As the garage floor is unmarked I wanted to keep it that way as much as possible. So I bought a clever little drip/fluid change tray. The drip tray has a nice pouring spout, but the clever bit is the removable grill as I tend to call it. It’s perfect for engine oil changes as its big enough to hold a fair amount of oil, just about the size of a washing up bowl but squarer.

A quick question. How many times have you dropped the oil sump plug into the bowl followed by the washer? Answer: I think we al have at some point and have had to fish around for the bits in a bowl of grubby oil.

That’s where this tray comes into its own, it has a removable plastic grill that clips just in front of the pourer spout or on the opposite side for a shelf. Pour the oil out and the bits are caught in the grill. Simple but effective. Not quite a review but it’s a good product. No name on it anywhere but it was well under a £10.

What am I gonna do about the drip I hear you ask. Well I’m gonna tweak bolts and gradually tighten it up. The drip is actually from the Auto Transmission. Hopefully it won’t be a major job, but you never can tell.

Fingers crossed.

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Fantastic American Autowire review is here

At long last I have uploaded my review of the fantastic American Autowire 64 – 66 Mustang Classic Update wiring kit. Click here or go to the parts review button.

I have tried to keep the review factual, and explain my pretty good experience with the kit itself,  along with the brilliant after sales service that went above and beyond anything I had experienced at the time. If you are thinking of rewiring you classic this is worth the read and see if you agree.

This weekend I hope to add another book review along with some more pictures of my Autowire close up installation work.

Don’t forget to leave  a comment or rate what you read.

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A change of mind!

I was going out to reattach the driver side fender and remove the right hand side fender. As I was undoing the bolts I remembered that I only put it together at the time with some cobbled together nuts and bolts. As a result it was all a bit loose.

So, in a moment of madness I decided to take the lot off and put it all in my shed to be worked on. It will all get the same underside treatment as the fenders, and then fill the dents and smooth out the bumps. If anybody wanted to come round to look at the car they wont see the gorgeous lines of a classic car, just a few heavy gauge chassis parts and the interior of an engine bay. I have left the hood on in order to hold the cover on. Take a look at what a Mustang looks like with no front body work! Go to the photo’s section for the “Front end body work removed” or click Here to go straight to it.

If all goes well I may be posting a tool review a bit later too.

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