This is a replacement stand-alone dash instrument cluster I bought on eBay. The one currently installed in the car is not a stand-alone type like this one or the one that was original to the car. It came from a station wagon's dash that had plastic all the way across, and it is squared off on the right side where it meets the next piece of dash plastic. I had the original stand-alone one in storage after it stopped working, but it was damaged by rain. I have heard that the 1965 Ford Mustang dash cluster is the same except for black color instead of chrome. There are replating services available if I want to make this cluster shiny again.
This is a glovebox door for a 1965 Ford Falcon, also bought from eBay at the same time and from the same vendor as the dash cluster. It is in the correct original color for my car's interior. Currently, my car's interior is all black. I hope to return it to Ivy Gold someday. Also, the glovebox door currently installed has some circular holes cut in it. I don't know when that happened, but it may have been when my late father installed the station wagon dash plastic all the way across (probably sometime in the late 1980s or early 1990s).
Spring 2003: Both projects are indefinitely on hold as I try to get my life together.
Fall 2004: In the past year and a half the dash cluster plastic of the pictured unit was swapped with the squared off plastic of the dash cluster already installed in the car. This dash cluster itself was not installed, but the plastic part was. It was not replated.
Spring 2010: My beloved Ranchero has been out of commission since July 2007. I have been too heartbroken to edit its web pages until now. The driveshaft is bent, both bumpers, two fenders and the tailgate crumpled, both door hinges broken, and the engine hasn't been able to start for more than a year now. The Ranchero got me to Oregon and I even lived in it for some months. A series of small accidents resulted in its not moving any more, fortunately AFTER I had found a place to live. I hope to get it going again someday soon, because living without a working car is a bitch.