So why a Mustang?
One of these cars was a 6 Cylinder Red 1965 Coupe. I still remember riding in the
It took me another 25 years to finally get to the point where I could bring another
I suppose it all goes back to my earliest memories of growing up in Des Plaines, IL.
My father had a habit of buying cars cheap, driving them for a while, then selling
them cheap just in time to buy another one.
Jason (left) and his brother Jordan in 1975.
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car and playing outside while it was parked in the street. I didn't know it then,
but the car must have made a lasting impression on me. After my dad sold
it in 1975 (It was just a 10 year old rusty car at that point as far as he was
concerned) I would see other 65 Mustangs on the road and think to myself "Hey! That
looks like the car Dad used to have!
pony into the family...