Why did you decided to get a classic Mustang?

It's kind of funny, but I never really considered any other car.
I don't come from a "car guy" background or anything, but when the time came to get a car when I was 16, after saving my money from working at the pizza joint, a classic Mustang was the only car I'd look at. $3k later, I was tooling around in my very own 65 six cyl coupe, and happy as a clam. Later that year I encountered the first fastback I'd ever seen, a bad ass 66 with some mean lookin wheels. It took me 5 years of saving my money and badgering the poor guy that owned that very same fastback, but eventually I talked him out of it. I've never looked back since.

Because working on the newer imports are major PITA unless you are double jointed.

Even as a 4 year old in the 60's, cars were my fascination! In 1976 when it came time for my first car, there was never a question, it was going to be a Mustang. I've always liked them most. Over the years, over 20 have passed through my hands, in addition to two Cougars, a Hurst/Olds, and my daily drivers.

BTW, watch in an upcomming issue of Hemmings Mustang guide, as I wrote a retrospective story on my first Mustang from over 25 years ago!

My neighbor was selling a 1970 Orange Grande for $800 when I turned 16. In those days, they weren't classics, they were just used cars. Had a lot of em since, but the 69-70s have always been my favorite.

I like some did not come from a car background either, but it's always been in my veins from somwhere. I guess my fascination began when I started to realize that just about every bad ass smooth and slick mother f---er in every action movie I ever watched always drove some classic piece of kick ass muscle and I simply could not resist wanting one of my own, something that instantly defined your persona and said look out. I envied every single person I ever passed in a cool car and vowed to one day be one of those guys. It took me another 16 years to get the car I wanted since I was 16 (well it started with the 69' fastback like many, but evolved into a convertible when the daily driver need was no longer a factor) and though it didn't always seem that way during that spell, it was very much worth the wait.

Over the years I came very close to buying Stangs of various models, 1st in 85 when I almost bought a barely running mostly in pieces 69' coupe but let my dad talk me into a reliable and immediatly usable 77' Nova for the same price. Then in 89 when I came close to an 83 GT that was really beat on and nasty, again I bought the far more reliable 86' Nissan Pulsar (my only import to date, I was young and confused) then in 90' my father gave me his Olds Cutlass for a song so what the heck, I was poor and working for rent practically, then the new 94's came out and I prety much creamed myself. I did everything in my power to scrape together every nickel to buy the cheapest 6 they had on the lot, just 2 days before signing my boss told me he was moving to Japan and would I be interested in his mint condition and loaded 90' 2 door cherokee for $4500 (less than half what it was worth). Conditions were $1000 down and 14 deposit slips to put $250 into his account each month, paid in full with zero interest and no loan as far as insurance was concerned. I simply could not pass that up and looked at it as opportunity to become a 2 car owner by the next summer which ment finally acquiring my dream car summer ride. I drove that cherokee until 265,000 miles to make that dream happen and actually traded it for a 99' daily driver when I moved to texas and became part of Blakes new and old club.

Many differnt cars many different points in my life but one thing always a constant and that was the object of my affection, a Mustang!

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