My 2nd car was a white ‘66 Mustang coupe with red interior, which came to me in a most unusual way: My brother had totalled my dad’s new Riviera and the insurance co. insisted on rebuilding it which took 6 months...he had no choice. He needed transportation, but only for 6 months.
I suggested he have his used car dealer friend find him a ‘66 Mustang at wholesale, drive it for 6 months, then sell it for a profit. I was shocked that he took my advice - I was a 21 year old college student. But when he got his Riviera back, he kept the Mustang. I kept asking why - he wouldn’t tell me why.
Another 3 months and I found out why. He gave it to me for a graduation gift - with one requirement - I had to give my younger brother my sweet ‘51 Ford Crestliner that I had restored and had been in our family since new.
I almost kept the ‘51 - but realized my new job would require a reliable car I could put many miles on. That was a wonderful car.
Then, my roommate totalled my ‘66 Mustang. My dad’s car dealer friend got me a ‘67 Buick Wildcat convertible! Unrequested, and I not only hated it, I couldn’t afford to put 37 cent gas in it as it had the 454 4-bbl and got 8 mpg.
In Sept. of ‘68, I went to the Ford dealer and sitting on the showroom floor was a new ‘68 Bullitt Mustang fastback, Highland (dark metallic) green, 302 4-bbl. Because the new ‘69’s were coming out in 3 days, the dealer took the Wildcat in trade plus $100! And I had a Bullitt Mustang a month before the movie came out!
I put 100k miles on the car in 3 years! Drove it into the ground to where it was junk as everything was worn out, gave it to a friend who drove it a few years and then junked it.
Boy did I love both those cars. Oh, if I could find a restored ‘68 like mine......