My big sister had a 1965 mustang in the "60s" and I have always wanted one. She passed away when she was 30 years old. My husband searched for one to give me for my 50th birthday. We found one because I remembered our high school friend had had one. We called, he was happy to sell it to us and with a lot of had work I now have a yellow (my favorite color) 1968 mustang.
Never give up on dreams.