I have this image in my head of Ford’s archives in a secret bunker, miles below ground. Or at least in a sub-basement, or maybe a dedicated floor that no one ever goes to. Actually, they’re in an unassuming, one-story office park several miles away from HQ. It’s exactly the kind of place where you’d go to chat about your car insurance, get your eyes checked, or have a root canal.
We get buzzed in and are greeted by the Archive Manager. He points out that the building is kind of old, and that in 2007 there was a frozen pipe that burst, destroying much of the data that accompanies the photos, but that the photos themselves are fine.
We start talking about some of the Mustang memorabilia strewn around, and before long he takes me to another room where there’s set of drawers marked “Ghia.”