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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.
 
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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 ☹.
 
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 :D. 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"
 
Lots of great stories start with, "don't tell mom"
I have to more great events where dad said "don't tell mom" Both were epic.
 
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
 
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First ride was in 1984, I was 16 at the time and looking to buy my first car. Went to a used car dealer and drove a 69 or 70 Mach 1 with a 351 and an auto transmission. Body wise car was pretty nice with a decent interior. The engine was an original 4 barrel engine and someone had replace the OEM carb with an aluminum spacer and a 2 barrel carb. Car drove fine, but it was a total dog, thing could not get out of its own way. Did not buy it and some days later bough a 1971 Mustang Sportsroof with a 351 C 2V engine with auto transmission that ran fine and had some power. Yup, my first car was a Mustang :cool:
 
I’m not sure which actually happened first but it would have been around 1995 when I was in high school working at a Sears Automotive in Maryland as a ‘tire buster’ or tire installer.

Anyways, a customer brought in a nice fully restored candy apple red 66 Mustang Coupe for tires and I got to drive it into the shop and install tires on it, which was a treat for me then.

The other more memorable event was when an older co-worker at the tire shop, a very charismatic Brazilian man who looked every bit like that ‘most interesting man in the world’ guy from the Dos Equis beer commercials let me drive his 65-68 coupe around town but you could see the road beneath your feet and I had a taste of what really poorly performing drum brakes felt like on a driver. My father came along and entertained buying it…but we wisely decided it was a bit more than we could handle. Think he wanted like $1500 which seemed absurd then for a rusted out 30 year old car. That was the end of that until I bought a 67’ coupe around 2000. I was driving an 87’ Mercury Sable (luxury Ford Taurus) as my DD.
 
I was 16 years old (1970) and the manager of a local convenience store had a 67 Fastback for sale. I bought the car for $650. I still have it...in fact that is it in my profile photo. Tried to find the lady who was the original purchaser (Tasca Ford in RI) according to the warranty card in the glovebox, thinking it would be cool to show her or her surviving children the car. Unfortunately her obituary showed she died years ago, and never had any children.
 
I was 16 years old (1970) and the manager of a local convenience store had a 67 Fastback for sale. I bought the car for $650. I still have it...in fact that is it in my profile photo. Tried to find the lady who was the original purchaser (Tasca Ford in RI) according to the warranty card in the glovebox, thinking it would be cool to show her or her surviving children the car. Unfortunately her obituary showed she died years ago, and never had any children.
Cool Story, but also kind of sad. Thanks
 
Yep. Summer of 1970. Spent 6 weeks at the Phillies Baseball Camp in Harleysville, PA. One of the instructors picked 3 of us up in Somerton with his '66 convertible.... 289 3-speed manual.... for the ride up and back. Even then it was a well-worn, rattle-infested ride.
 
It was in May of 1967, but it wasn't a Mustang.
We were coming back from Federal Motors in our brand new 1967 Mercury Cougar.
I still have the original bill of sale, but unfortunately don't have the car.
 
I have wanted a Mustang since I was a kid, my dad told us stories of my grandfather driving his New 65 or 66 candy apple red coupe with black interior, into bayou after missing the draw bridge on his way home from the bar, and he wasn't drinking Heineken.
First ride in one wasn't until high school in my buddies 66 seafoam Green (I think) coupe.
 
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