When the Mercury Cougar was introduced in 1967, I became instantly fascinated with the sequential turn signals. So much so that I would pester my dad (almost daily) that we HAD to get one of them as our next car. He would quickly point out that we couldn't fit the entire family in the car (I'm one of six kids). For the next several years my heart would race every time I saw a Cougar as the family travelled cross state/country in our '66 Chevy Caprice station wagon (complete with the faux wood exterior panels). Years later, my dad would buy a '72 Chevelle coupe (after two brothers had gone off to college)!
During my high school years I watched as several friends bought (and destroyed) Mustangs and Cougars. Somehow the desire to own a car diminished (lived within walking distance of everything in my small town), and before long the flame was barely burning. College days were more of the same, with my focus on just about everything EXCEPT cars. Fast forward to 2003...
On my routine drive through a local town, there it sat. My dream car. I drove past, thinking that the seller was "probably asking too much" for the car. Drove by a second day with the same thought in mind. Day three found me stopping to take a look, seeing no harm in it. The car was rust-free. The oxidized white paint had no shine left (could've passed off as white primer or whitewash). The asking price was reasonable, so I called the number listed.
The test drive revealed a few things that needed attention (especially the brakes). I was so excited to finally drive a Cougar! After the test drive I didn't even haggle over the price. The seller needed the money and the space. He went on to say he appreciated finally getting the asking price instead of a lower amount and a horse trailer or guns in trade. His wife was the actual title holder of the car, and she was in tears as she signed it over. Apparently her father had given this car to her for her high school graduation. I stated she didn't have to sell it, but ultimately the deal was done and I became the fifth owner of the car.
First things I did to the car was a re-paint (in it's original Polar White, of course), and a set of Cragar SS rims and new rubber. The car has since provided ten years of solid reliability and hours upon miles of pure fun. You can't drive a car like this without a smile on your face! This past fall the car was taken off the road due to failure of the main pump seal on the transmission. I anxiously anticipate the spring to arrive so I can get down to the task of repair and replace.
So this summer if you see a big smile behind the wheel of a white '67 Mercury Cougar, you'll know who it is!