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1972 Mustang coupe. 302, automatic on the floor, no AC, power steering, non-power drum brakes, manual windows* and locks. Just like this beauty, only blue...
Although it was plain jane, it had a 302 and automatic and ran great. My Dad wanted me to get a 1971 Plymouth Duster in a very pale yellow, 225 slant six with the automatic on the column. My wicked stepmother had a 1974 Ford Maverick with a 200 straight six, one barrel carb and automatic on the column. It was so slow it wouldn't get out of its own way. That one turned me off on six-cylinder american cars for life, although I later (much later) learned that the 225 slant six was a great engine. Still, it was a Chrysler. I dug in my heels and refused to get the Duster, which made my dad mad. So a couple of months later he took me to look at the Mustang. It had been traded in for a new Datsun. Since it had the 302 and automatic on the floor, I figured I better take it or I might end up with nothing. It opened my eyes to how great Mustangs were. I have driven several Mustangs over the years since, and my sixteen-year-old daughter now has my 1995 Mustang GT convertible that I bought new.
*When my daughter was four, I had an econobox rental car while my car was being worked on. She pointed at the window crank for the manual windows. "Daddy, what's this?" "Uh, it's for rolling the windows up and down." "How does it work?" "Well, you hold onto the knob and turn it one way for the window to go up and the other way for it to go down." So she tried it. "Wow, that is really neat!" she declared. When I thought about it, it made sense. She had never seen car windows like that, so it was neat to her.
Although it was plain jane, it had a 302 and automatic and ran great. My Dad wanted me to get a 1971 Plymouth Duster in a very pale yellow, 225 slant six with the automatic on the column. My wicked stepmother had a 1974 Ford Maverick with a 200 straight six, one barrel carb and automatic on the column. It was so slow it wouldn't get out of its own way. That one turned me off on six-cylinder american cars for life, although I later (much later) learned that the 225 slant six was a great engine. Still, it was a Chrysler. I dug in my heels and refused to get the Duster, which made my dad mad. So a couple of months later he took me to look at the Mustang. It had been traded in for a new Datsun. Since it had the 302 and automatic on the floor, I figured I better take it or I might end up with nothing. It opened my eyes to how great Mustangs were. I have driven several Mustangs over the years since, and my sixteen-year-old daughter now has my 1995 Mustang GT convertible that I bought new.
*When my daughter was four, I had an econobox rental car while my car was being worked on. She pointed at the window crank for the manual windows. "Daddy, what's this?" "Uh, it's for rolling the windows up and down." "How does it work?" "Well, you hold onto the knob and turn it one way for the window to go up and the other way for it to go down." So she tried it. "Wow, that is really neat!" she declared. When I thought about it, it made sense. She had never seen car windows like that, so it was neat to her.
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