I was just out of high school in 1976 and looking for a Mustang to drive to college. There was a beautiful gold glow 1973 Mach 1 for sale at a local Ford dealer near Beaverton (Oregon) that I had driven past and drooled over for weeks, but was out of my price range. When I finally got up the nerve to stop and take the Mach out on a test drive, the salesman said that the car was going to be reduced in price by $1,000 and offered on special for $3,099 for the upcoming weekend. I was so floored that this dream car was now suddenly in my price range, that I bought it on the spot using all of the money that I had saved working part time through high school. My joy was short lived, however, since the next day I was scheduled to have my wisdom teeth removed. I had such a reaction to the meds, that I was down for two weeks and couldn’t even drive my new car. All I could do was drag myself out of bed every day and drool (literally) at the sight of this gorgeous machine in my driveway, which I still had trrouble believing I actually owned. Nearly 40 years later, I still own the car, and it is now a pampered weekender and club car that has won numerous awards at local mustang shows. It shares my garage proudly with my ‘98 SVT Cobra and “09 Mustang GT. I plan to own this special car, as well as all of the memories, for the rest of my life.