In 1964 my grandmother bought the first Mustang in our county. White with red interior. I was learning to drive and it was much easier for a kid to drive than my other Grama’s Bel Aire. I just knew they were going to give me that car when she bought a new one but my dad thought it was “too much car for a high school girl with a lead foot.”
First husband drove a baby blue 66 fastback when we married. He thought it was too much trouble to get the carseat for our first child in and out so traded it for a station wagon. I was opposed to that.
Fast forward 45 years, remarried now. After kids finished school I drove the old economical Escort I’d gotten the kids as a school car. It was cheap and depenable. Danged froot loop texting hit me and totaled the car. I was laid up 7 months but hubby replaced the escort with an ‘06 dark blue convertible. Drove the wheels off that one visiting grandkids and for my birthday in ‘14 he got me a new convertible in Gotta Have It Green. My grandkids love their granny and her Mustang just like I loved my Nanny with her Mustang.
My own opinion is that American Automobiles are our best American art. People can talk about painting, sculpture, museum stuff, but here in America we design our art to be used. Driven all over the country to enjoy. Every individual is able to customize their piece of art to suit themselves. (Even poor folks add something of their own to their POS) Classically American in making our art individualized and mobile.