Last month marked the 50th anniversary of the Ford Mustang. I am not a car aficionado nor am I a fan of sports/muscle cars, but there's a little place in my heart for the Mustang. My first memories of riding in a car take place in a Mustang. My mom bought a 68 California Special, 5 years before I was born, and that car schlepped us around most of my childhood.
A few years later, a new Mustang arrived in the family. After getting my license at 16 and not having my own car to drive, I saved and saved and saved and at 17 (with some parent help) bought a used Mustang convertible. It wasn't the old school version from the 60s or even 70s, but the new body type of the late 80s.
I was driving behind a brand new Mustang on the drive home from school today.
You're bound to see a Mustang (or multiple) anytime you're on the road here in California. I don't know about the rest of the country, but here it's kind of icon and has been for most of that 50 years.
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