In 1972, I just turned 17 (got my DL in NJ) & I wanted a car of my own, of course. My older sister was getting a new car (family car, Ford Pinto Wagon) & she was going to trade in her ‘65 baby blue Mustang. It was a beautiful car & I knew I had to have it, so my Dad gave her the $250 she wanted for the car & I had to pay him back $9 a week (I was working a part time job making $15 a week). I was so proud of my car as my Dad was proud of me for keeping up on the weekly payments! My car was the one all my friends wanted to ride around in. We were some cute chicks in my baby blue ’stang!