My dad loved cars. American ones. We always had a "new" car. It wasn't always off the showroom, but it was new for us. He was a salesman and his job took him past every car dealer in the state. When he came home with a 1964 1/2 Ford
Mustang, the rumor was that it was the first Mustang in Connecticut. I tried to verify this recently with the dealer (who is still in business) to no avail.
I happened to marry a guy who's first car was a 1966 Mustang fastback. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to locate any photos of his specific car. Needless to say, my father was delighted when I brought him home.
This car is the ultimate American cool car.
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| Dad's 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang |
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| A 1967 Mustang. Same barn; different season. However, I have to admit that I don't remember this car at all. As I said, cars came and went quickly for my Dad. |
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| We decided to rent a convertible on a recent trip to San Francisco. As far as we were concerned, it was the only car worthy of driving up and down the West Coast. |
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In all fairness, it was his first car. He drove.
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| An addition...we drove by this car at a dealer in Maine. What a fabulous color! Hi C Ecto Cooler anyone? |
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| Here's the sticker. |
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The 2015 Ford Mustang. Looks fast, but seems to be lacking that vintage appeal.
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What do you think?