The Ford Mustang and my late father share a birthday
The first Ford Mustang rolled off that fabled assembly line on March 9, 1964.
I didn’t realize back then that it was such a new model, when my dad got one in 1968, or maybe it was ’67. I also didn’t realize the Mustang and my dad had the same birthday! He would have been 92 today.
The color of my dad’s Mustang was sort of muddy maroon.
The author with his Stingray and the 1968 Mustang (left)
He did not own it long, as an icy, winding river road and a small tree in someone’s snowy front lawn put an end to his prize for having made partner at the law office. But he did get that black tree repair tar and went back to the house where he crashed, and saved the tree’s life for its owner. I am pretty sure it is still there, growing ever after with a bent trunk where he hit it.
Here is a delightful article with various video links, about the Ford Mustang, well worth the nostalgic look.
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My rakehell first cousin, Arnold, got a red Mustang convertible in ’64 or ’65. I remember standing in our yard, mouth agape, as Arnold tore away from showing us his new chick magnet. Tires were squealing, and twin chrome plated exhaust pipes showered sparks as Arnold hurtled up our bumpy street to his next assignation.