I was nineteen and ready for my first real “muscle car” . A friend of mine told me he knew where there was an almost new ‘69 Mach 1 was going to be for sale soon. I was intrigued so I had him take me to the owner to check it out. I was just a little surprised when we pulled into the driveway of the local Baptist minister’s house, and sure enough there it sat, an Indian Fire Mach 1 with a 351 Windsor and three speed on the floor. I was in love! My buddy told me it belonged to the minister’s son whom my friend knew, and it only had about 17000 miles on it. We went to the door and the son came out with a sour look on his face. I asked him why he wanted to sell it and he told me his father had decided that the car was too fancy for a Baptist minister’s son and he was to sell it. I told him that I would grudgingly take it off his hands if the price was right. He said “how does 1800.00 sound”? I tried to keep my jaw from hitting the driveway and said “ohh I guess so”. The rest is as they say “history”. The next three years hooked me on Mustangs forever. Thirty nine years, three kids through college and retirement after thirty seven years at GM, I went out and bought another ‘69 ’stang and I’m enjoying it even more. Once you have a Mustang you can never go back!