The Mustang

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. 

Dad's 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang

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.

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.

In all fairness, it was his first car.  He drove.

An addition...we drove by this car at a dealer in Maine.  What a fabulous color!  Hi C Ecto Cooler anyone?

Here's the sticker.

The 2015 Ford Mustang.  Looks fast, but seems to be lacking that vintage appeal.

What do you think?