I do. Funny enough, it was in my first car (65 6cyl coupe) that I got with my Domino’s summer job money at 15 (1991). I had a couple of weeks til I got my license and I didn’t know how to drive a stick yet, so dad took me around the neighborhood in it.

 

Not sure if it was my first, but the first I remember was in about '71 or '72. I was around 14 and my buddy's sister's boyfriend had a '69 Mach 1 with a rim blow steering wheel. I'm riding in the back seat and the guy kept honking the horn and blaming me sitting behind him that I was kicking some wires with my feet. Apparently it was the go-to joke whenever someone rode in the back as everyone knew but me.
I thought the guy was a jackass...

 

Actually the first time I rode in a mustang I was driving it as a test drive of a brand new 65 when I had just preped it for sale at the dealer I worked for as a mechanic. In those days MANY things were checked before delivery. Timing, headlight alignment, wheel alignment, carb adjustment etc, etc. And then a test drive which I usually put the cars through the paces lol.

 

A college friend of mine came by one evening with his new 1965 Orange (?) with white interior Mustang Fastback and said "you wanna go cruise K street?" (big thing back in the day in Sacramento). Of course I said let's go. What a ride it was.

 

My first ride was also my first drive. I was working at a gas station in 1966 when a customer dropped off her car for us to wash. I was tagged to take her home, bring back the car, etc. The car was a 65 six three speed.

 

Vaguely remember my first Mustang ride....mom and dad's '65 coupe (that they bought brand new), I would have been 3 years old (1966). I remember standing on the transmission hump with each hand on the front seats as dad was driving down the road, mom in the front passenger seat and my two older sisters in the backseats. Dad sold it in '67 for a Buick Skylark. My little sister was an addition to the family in late '65 and there wasn't enough room for 4 growing kids in the Mustang.

I also remember my second Mustang interaction. Our next door neighbor had a 67/68 Springtime/Meadowlark yellow fastback that he would take me for a spin, early 70's. Those rides I remember quite vividly, the speed, the sound, the tires chirping etc.

John

 

GREAT thread !!
I could only look wantingly at Mustangs as a kid as strangers passed me by, then a cousin got one I would see once a week at church, then a neighbor got one and he would pass me by every morning as I waited for the bus to take me to the same school he was driving to. Ugh.
The first ride or drive in a Mustang for me was the glorious day I went to an older gentleman's house to look at the car that would become my first car. I remember the chilly day in February, the sound of the door, the key, the first turn of the engine...the smell of the cool vinyl interior, warm metallic smell of the heater...the whirr of first gear in Drive and the firm manual steering and drum brakes. I could hardly contain my excitement !! Sometimes still !!

 

My first Mustang ride was test driving the one I bought. As great as that was, the one that hooked me on cars was my first ride in my neighbors C2 Corvette with a 427 and a 4 speed. I vividly remember being about 11 and him pulling up and telling me to get in. He put $100 on the dash and told me to grab it before he hit 100 on the long country road by our house. The sensations were so incredible that I completely forgot about the money until we were stopped again.

 

My Mom's first "new" car was a 65 Mustang Coupe she got when I was about 3 years old. That's the car I remember best as a kid growing up. When I joined the Navy, my first (used) car I bought outright was a 67 Mustang Coupe. My first new car purchase was a 93 Mustang Coupe. Somethings just stick with you.

 

Yep, barely could reach the stirrups...

Seriously, was my Aunts car. I think a '71, gold color. I remember it as an automatic and my Uncle was driving. Seems we were going to Shiloh, TN. He was running it pretty hard as I recall...

Allen

 

1969, I was 11. Dad had either a 65 or 66 coupe with a V8. It was his daily driver. I don't remember the specific first time. The only specific ride I do remember was on the interstate and dad asked if I had ever been 100 mph. All he said was don't tell mom . I don't remember the actual speed, but it was over 100. I thought I had a pretty cool dad.

 

Lots of great stories start with, "don't tell mom"

 

a buddy of mine in high school circa 1983 had a gold 66 coupe, six cyl three speed standard. I thought it was cute compared to my 69 El Camino four-speed big block, but you know how teenagers are, sensitive amd understanding. He traded it a year later for an Orange ‘70 sportsroof w/ a 351. Ah we gave him his man card then. I loved that ‘70 i still want one to this day

 

My friend had a Mustang II fastback in the mid 80's with a 302 4 speed. That was a fun little car. He later found out that the torque was tearing the car in 1/2 and got rid of it. It turns out the previous owner had a 351 in it and drag raced it a bunch which was probably what started tearing the body/frame apart, then he dropped the 302 in it to sell it to my friend which continued ripping it apart.

 

It wasn't my very first Mustang ride, but the earliest Mustang ride I remember was my uncle driving my grandmother and I to Long Beach to see the Queen Mary in 1973. I was about 6 and we rode in my grandfathers 1969 Grande. Later that same day I rode in my uncle's 1973 fastback Mustang.

 

Didn't know you were a SoCal boy. I grew up in Garden Grove. I visited Queen Mary about the same time. The ship was not yet converted to a hotel. They were handing out "Dennis the Menace" comic books about all the new and amazing things coming to the Queen Mary. I rode there in a 1970 LTD Country Squire with simulated woodgrain paneling and a 429 4V under the hood.

 

Yes, indeed. It was on my 16th birthday and I got a careless driving ticket. At age 15 1/2 my mother started taking me around in her Chrysler Newport to learn to drive. On my birthday I was finally allowed to get my Mustang, 4 speed that just come out of the body and paint shop. I practiced shifting in the driveway and didn't admit to my ignorance of using the clutch. On my first cruise through town I over revved, slipped off the clutch and met The Law. That car was my first and greatest love.

 

1972, I was 14 and a guy we hung out with named “Skeeter” had a 65’ black coupe with a 289/C4 combo. We ran all over the place in that car. Another guy’s grandfather drove a gas tanker. That may or may not have been where we got gas from. Hint, you never knew what grade gas was in that thing. I also know that 3 skinny 6’+ kids will fit in the trunk of a coupe and the back seat can be removed from the trunk to allow you to watch Clint Eastwood at the drive-in if you scratch together enough money to get the driver a ticket.

 

My dad bought a 69 fastback, not Mach I, when I was about 15 or 16. Parents were divorced and I usually only spent summers with him cuz he was constantly moving for work. Spent the next few summers helping him restore it and turn it into a Mach I. This was late 80’s before cloning was a thing. At least as far as I’m aware. After graduation I moved in with him in Lodi, California. 6 months later he got a better offer in Omaha, Nebraska. Had just finished the car. My first ride in it was literally me driving it from Lodi to Omaha. A couple years later he needed money and sold it. Finally a couple months ago I got my own 69 fastback that, ironically, the guy turned a fastback into a Mach I clone, minus the side stripes.

 

My first ride, I was minus 8 months in my mom's tummy. She was ripping around Montreal in her new 64.5 Caspian Blue coupe. And most likely on her 2nd pack of the day.

I vaguely remember racing a 63 Rambler.

 

'69 or '70, my sisters friend let my brother and I cruise Central Avenue in Phoenix one weekend night in her '65 or '66, didn't know the difference, 6 banger with a C4, still fun however.

 

Nope, there's been Mustangs around since before I can remember. My uncle had a 1969 Mustang and I very well could have ridden in that and don't remember. My dad and two of his friends had Fox Mustangs in the late 80s.

 

Some of you guys are lucky to have had family or friends with Mustangs to get a first ride as a young kid. I had to wait until age 16 in 1985 when I bought my own to get my first ride. First ride for me was also first drive in a 79 5.0 Mustang. First ride in a vintage Mustang was my first drive in my 66 when I bought it in 1996 to drive it home. Didn't even test drive it, just said I'll take it.

 

I was around 10-12 I think. My uncle finished his black ‘66 hardtop. Deluxe black interior. 289 with lots of head work. Big cam. Lots of compression. Open headers. Estimated at well above 400HP. Toploader 4 speed. Styled steel wheels with fairly large tires on the rear and fairly narrow on the front.
His middle brother was in the passenger seat. I was on the hump in the back seat. He tach’ed it up to about 4K RPM and side stepped the clutch. Front wheels were off the ground and I was planted in the back seat. He clutched it and hit second before the front wheels sat down and we were rollin’. I can feel, hear, and smell that ride like I just stepped out of the car.

From that day I have been a Mustang fanatic. Purchased my ‘65 FB when I was 16 and still own it today.

 

My first was when I was 20 in 1976, I purchased a used 1971 Mach 1 SCJ 429 with drag pack option and a Craig’s 8 track tape player, was silver with the black accents, black interior. Absolutely loved the power, a great car. Gas mileage sucked so much, I sold it in 1978 for a more fuel efficient car, a 240z. I wish I still had it ☹.

 

Somewhere around 64 or 65 in West Texas about 8 yrs old. Dad was a high school coach. He had a game in another town. Mom, my little sister & I got a ride to the game with another coach's wife who had a coupe. I was small enough that the back seat seemed huge. We went to games many times but only in that Mustang once. For many years, I thought Friday Night Lights movie title was named for the line of car headlights in the dark Texas plains traveling to another small town for the football games. After seeing the movie, I realize it is for the stadium lights, but it just as well could be for the long string of headlights going to the games between small towns.

 

My first ride in a Mustang was June 30 , 1984.
That’s the day I bought my 66 fastback for $1800
from a coworker in Placerville ,Calif. I was 19 years old.
It was a nice upgrade from my 72 Pinto with a built 2.0L