Ever since I can remember the Ford Mustang had a place in my heart and as it turned out, in my life. The first Mustang that stood out for me was somewhere around 1970 when a neighbor had a New Red Mach 1 Mustang in their driveway. I would drive my bicycle past it and wondered how the words on the trunk lid were pronounced, Match 1, Mock 1, March 1, Mach Won, etc. But no matter how it was pronounced, the long sloping roof, rear louvers, and wing (as I called it at that time) was captivating. I never knew how that experience would have impacted my personal life 44 years later.
Five years after seeing that car I purchased my very own pony car, a 1967 Mustang convertible. The only problem was that I was 15 years old, and could not even get a learners permit for another year. That year was a great opportunity to get my hands dirty, learn about cars and drive it up and down the driveway a million times. This experience opened the door for a love and many personal memories to come. A few years later I sold the 1967 and purchased a 1970 Mach 1 Mustang that would make even more significant memories of a more personal nature that I could have never envisioned at the time, my wife to be.
Life went on, married my high school sweetheart, had children, and that Mach 1 was sold for a house deposit, but the life experiences and memories with those first Mustangs would never be forgotten. Then twenty seven years after my first Mustang, I fell upon a 1969 Mach 1. It was a hidden gem that was all original, as well as 28,000 miles. This was like buying it new, except a much higher price tag. Being in such great condition, there was no way I could get my hands dirty, since there was nothing to do except keep it shining. Nine months later I seen an ad for a 1970 Mach 1 just like the one I had in High School, and the teenage memories started to flow. Now the 1969 Mach 1 had a 1970 sibling in the stall next to it that needed work. I could once again experience that labor of love and start reliving memories of the 1970’s, and even more, the memories of young love.
Thirty nine years later from my first Mustang and having filled the stable at one time or another with different Mustangs, I am now fortunate enough to own a few classic cars, including a 1970 Boss 302 Mustang and another 1970 Mach 1 Mustang,. All of these cars hold something special, however, nothing compared to our current 70 Mach 1, that has an extra special place. It is almost exact, except nicer, to the one I had in 1978 when I was dating my wife to be in high school. Many memories of young love were created. The first date, that I remember so well, the prom, and of course those hidden moments sneaking a kiss. All wonderful flashbacks of the great times that we shared at the beginning of our journey that will never be forgotten.
Now many years later, my wife of 33 years and I can cruise around town, pass some of the places we did in the 1970’s, and I am lucky to get to hold hands between gear shifts with this gorgeous woman that captured my heart so many years ago.