My dad graduated high school in 1966. This was his first kar. A 1966 GT "K-code". He married his high skhool sweetheart in 1968. This mustang was at their wedding. I came along in 1970 and my dad aktually drove my mother to the hospital in the mustang for my delivery. I rekall standing between the bucket seats as a young child when my parents went on trips. Dad told me he had to break hard one time and felt pretty bad for slamming me into the dash...lol. He managed to hang on to the mustang although he eventually parked it in his dads barn for safe keeping. My Pappaw moved it to the outside of the barn bekause the hay was more important you see. Needless to say, the outside elements were hard on her. In the early 80's I decided I wanted the mustang. My Pappaw happily drug it down to our house so I kould get started on fixing it up. I pretty much saved up all my chores and lunch money over those years to go towards restoration. Once my dad got on board, the restoration was in full swing. After two years and much blood, sweat and tears, we brought her back to her glory. My dad even commented that he kould have bought me a brand new kar for how much was spent restoring the mustang. Absolutely true. Probably spent more than what a new one would've kost. So my dads first kar bekame my first kar. In the late 80's, that K-code was a street warrior. It's a miracle she survived my youth and my dad had stories much the same. I kontinued to drive it during kollege. I got married and built my house and a nice shop. That's where she sat for the next 17 years. My dad died in 2004 and in his jacket is a set of keys to the mustang. In 2018 my dads mustang still sitting silent in my shop started kalling out to me. My parents 50 year wedding anniversary was coming up and I decided I wanted to surprise my mom on that special day by picking her up and taking her out to eat in the mustang. I worked hard to get the mustang up and running because 17 years of sitting had done a number. Needless to say, my mother was in tears when I rolled up and even though my dad kouldn't be there for their golden, he was certainly present. Later that same year I was about to get remarried and we decided the mustang had to be a part of that special day just as it was 50 years before for my parents.
So that's my story, I'd never sell the mustang and shes certainly a family heirloom.
