Yep, I relate to this comment big time. I just moved to a new town when my Dad transferred from his old Army unit. I was a freshman in high school and the neighbor across the street was a senior in the same high school. He had a 65 coupe with a 289 and a 3 speed. Man, he treated me like his little brother. He gave me rides to school in the 65. On the weekends he would take me to hang out with the other seniors while they over looked the city and listened to AC/DC, Van Halen, Judas Priest (I won't mention what else they were doing LMAO!). And other times he took me to the arcade.
It was an awesome time for me. I had a lot of really good memories tied to that 65 Mustang. So, when I turned 16 in 1983 my friend was getting ready to sell that Mustang. He said he would let me have it for $300. My parents were out of town. They came home Sunday night and we talked. My parents said I could buy the Mustang. So, on Monday, when my friend came home from work, I told him I could buy the car. He told me his boss agreed to buy the car for $600. Damn It!!!!!
After that I kept looking and finally, in 1989, I was able to get the elusive 65 Mustang. And I still have that car today. If I could, I would be buried in that car LMAO!!!! However, it will most likely go to my oldest.
Mustang Forever!!!!