When my Dad returned from the Vietnam War, he bought his first new car; a 1966 Ford Mustang. He LOVED that car, and drove it for years. I can remember him loading us all in it to go for rides around town as a kid. I always told him that when I grew up, I wanted a Mustang of my own. As I got older, so did the Mustang and it started to deteriorate and rust in the third stall of our garage. Eventually, he couldn't even get it to start. In 1990 he decided it was time to do something about it, and started the process of having it completely restored. It took awhile, but by the time my sister and I started high school, it was our car to drive around town. There were a lot of rules around driving it, but hey, how many kids had that kind of car in high school? After we went off to college my Dad took several more years to enjoy cruising in his Mustang. Recently, my Husband and I bought a new home with a three-car garage and as a house warming present my Dad passed the beloved Mustang down to us. We love taking that car out and enjoying the sounds and smells that you just don't get with cars today; and when my Dad needs a reminder I pick him up and we go for a ride together. It's quite a car.