My dad bought me my first car when I was in high school: a pale-yellow Mustang – ’65 or ’66 – I can’t remember exactly – but I was thrilled. A way to get around on my own. Who cared if it had a rusted through floorboard in the back with a 2×4 bolted underneath? I warned all my backseat passengers that they were riding in a Fred Flintstone mobile. They had to watch their step or they might end up dragging their feet on the visible pavement below the floorboard. Thankfully, no one suffered any permanent injuries! Two cars later I acquired a red 1969 Mustang Grande with a black landau top. It was in much better shape than my first one and it was great fun in the summertime. Those were the only Mustangs I owned but to this day I have an affinity for the older models. Maybe someday I’ll have a third.
My first set of wheels
Sue needs another ’69 Mustang – anyone tired of driving theirs yet?