My DIL’s grandmother has a Pony car that has been in the garage since the late ‘60s, it belonged to her son who died coming home after a tour in Vietnam.
In 1980 I lived in a small town in Arkansas, place called Crossett. One day I was driving home from work and I noticed the rear left quarter panel of a car sticking out from under a tarp under a neighbor’s carport. 1969 Shelby Mustang, I could not believe it. I knew what it was. I walked over there and knocked on the door and found a little old lady inside, she told me that was her son’s car and he was away in the USMC and would be coming home to put it back together one of these days. I offered to by it outright but she wouldn’t budge.
I wonder what ever happened to that car.