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My first car in 1972 was a 1965 Mustang. It was a 6 cylinder 3 speed slow as molasses piece of junk when I wanted a stupid powerful hot rod.
A few years ago I bought a 1968 Mustang. It was a retstomod with 450 horsepower and modern brakes and transmission. It looked great, and it sounded great and it was fast as all hell and ... it wasn't fun to drive. It sucked, really.
Never meet your heroes.
In college, I had a hot-rodded 1968 Mustang California Special with the OEM T-bird tail lights and Shelby scoops/rear deck spoiler. I had to sell it to raise money to graduate college. To this day it was my favorite car and to this day, I wish I still owned it.
I really miss that car. I have fond memories of that car. Of course, not the one from blowing up the transmission bell housing at 25 mph!
Always make sure your tachometer is in good working order.
My first brand new car was a 1971 Chevelle SS454. To a 19 year old "gearhead", what could be better?? How I got the car was a convoluted story, but the "cliff notes" are that it was a model year "left over", and the dealer wanted to move it, so they made me a very good deal on it.
Long story short, it didn't have power steering, and the clutch pedal almost took both feet to push it in, and the OE shifter was rather balky. Bottom line, it drove like a truck....a very fast truck. I kept it two years and traded it of for something a little easier to live with.
Yep, my 1968 Mustang had a very still competition clutch that kept my left leg nice and strong. I had to double-clutch downshift from 2nd to 1st. It wasn't synchronized.
The wood steering wheel had a metal spacer and studs that burned my hands in summer, along with the aluminum T-handle for the Borg Warner 4-speed transmission. If only I had thought to wear gloves in summer, but that would not be "manly".
Warts and all, I loved my 1968 hot rod Mustang. Best. Car. Ever. Raw and oodles of character. Every moment behind the wheel was scintillating and exhilarating.
I wouldn't drive it today. No safety features and high theft risk. I would worry too much about vandalism and inadvertent damage to daily drive a restored old Mustang today. I am hooked on modern tech and safety features. Cars have never been better, but back at college in the 70s, I just loved my Mustang.
Talk about "pride of ownership". She was my pride and joy. Selling her for money to graduate college was a bad BAD day.
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