I have wanted a car like this since I was ten years old.
A 1964 Mustang. I saw a beautiful red one for sale yesterday. I’m not gonna lie. If it was at all feasible for me to own a car like this, I would still want one.
As a preteen, I cared not that the boys scoffed that I would dream of such a car…cared not that they said it was a “dude car.” I loved it regardless and made my love known to all. I may or may not have displayed a poster in my bedroom with this car on it. Right next to my poster of Chad Allen.
I owned a 1964 Mustang for all of about five minutes. (Ok, technically, my parents did.) My then step-dad bought one in need of a paint job when I was 15 years old. I tried to back it out of the driveway, and RAN INTO A PONTOON BOAT that was sitting on a trailer. Oh yes I did. How does one hit something so large as a pontoon boat? It takes a great deal of ineptitude behind the wheel. There was no damage to the boat beyond a scratch, and little damage to the car. (I don’t even know if my mom or grandparents – owners of said pontoon boat – knows this story? I seem to have a memory of talking my then step-dad into keeping my little fender bender just between us. If so, sorry mom!)
Regardless, my parents decided I needed something with less engine and more safety features, and by the time I turned 16 it had been sold.
I was destined to drive a Chevy Corsica for most of high school and college. So not cool.
Did you have a dream car growing up? What did you drive in High School?