In retrospect, of all the cars I drove, my dad’s black 1990 Ford Mustang may just have been one of the coolest ones. I admit it’s a tough call, he had – and still has – great taste in cars! Imagine, if you will being 17 or 18, and being handed the keys to what has got to be one of the fastest, most brutal muscle cars of that era… Awesome doesn’t even begin to describe it!
My dad had his car for several months before I was allowed to drive it. I imagine he wanted to see if I was responsible enough to handle it, which is reasonable enough. I remember the first time I was allowed to drive it like it was yesterday. My parents had gone out in their other car, and called to say they were going to be home late. It was about 4 PM. My dad asked what I was doing, and I said that I was staying home, as they had taken the car that I was normally allowed to drive. To which my dad replied “You can take the Mustang if you want. I called the insurance and I’ve had you added on our policy.” He said it all casual-like, but I know he knew the effect it would have on me.
Quite frankly, whenever I’m down in the dumps, I just remember that afternoon and I’m happy again.
For those that don’t know, the Ford Mustang LX 5.0 had a small-block V8 engine, a 302 if I remember correctly, and ours had the 5-speed manual transmission, with the weirdly shaped stick that survived in later models. The car was so light, relative to the strength and torque of the engine, that giving it some gas in neutral would, quite literally, rock the car. It made for many impressive red-light drag-race displays, but I always enjoyed the sound of the engine more than the chest-crushing acceleration.
For the record, that picture is (once again) culled from the internet, rather than from my private collection. That being said, it is absolutely identical to the car I drove with such enthusiasm. If this is the picture of your car, please get in touch with me through the comments, I’d love to hear about your car, and how you’ve kept it in such beautiful shape!