In '69, I became the third owner of a '67 Mustang Convertible. It was dark green with a white top and T-bird interior. It was equipped with a 289 2bbl and automatic. It was a really nice car!
At the time, Ford was really pushing the new Mach 1's as they sponsored Rowan and Martin's Laugh-in. They looked good and I began to hang out at the local dealership to drool over the new Mustangs. They had all sorts of Boss 302's and even a couple of Boss 429's! But the Shelbys were the ones I was drawn to.
But as college guy with no money all I could do was look and dream. So every chance I had I would go to the dealership and cruise the lot for all the mustangs, new and used. I had every brochure that was displayed and used to build my car every chance I had.
Sometime during 1971 I became hooked on autocrossing. It was fast, fun, and a cool way to spend an afternoon. Events were held in Mobile every first and third weekend, Fort Walton Beach on the second, Pensacola on the forth, and Biloxi when there was a fifth. I also discovered that faster was also better.
By August '71 I was a working stiff and actually was making a little money. I began to look for an opportunity to buy "my" car. But, the only way I could afford to buy the car of my dreams was to sell my present ride. So, on the evening of February 29, I went into Treadwell Ford and sat down with a salesman and designed "my" car. It was to be a convertible, Dark Green Metallic with a white top. It had to have the 351 HO engine and the 4 speed. The interior was ginger. It also had to have the Magnum 500 wheels with Goodyear F60-15 tires. (Firestones were the norm but I had recently had some issues with a set.) I wanted racing mirrors, the gauges, and the wood grain dash piece that came with the Grande model. Power Steering was a must. The only place I skimped was on the radio. I got the AM vs. the AM/FM. (Mistake.)
I know there were Mustangs on the dealer lot but I can't tell you what they were and I really didn't care. None other could be "my" car. They had always had a good selection of Mustangs. Most had V8's. And of those, there was a good representation of the line offered. None were HO's. As for options, they were across the board.
As for financing, I planned to put about half down and finance the rest through the bank for three years. The note was $66.60 a month. I sold the '67 about three weeks after I placed the order. From then until it came in my only transportation was either a friend or hitch-hiking. On Saturday, April 15,1972 I hitched a ride to the local mall to kill time. As we passed the dealership, which was located right next door to the mall, I noticed that there was a transporter parked in the lot and that the last car on it looked a lot like the one I had ordered. Now this is all viewed from the rear. I almost jumped out of the still moving vehicle hollering, "That my car. That's my car. My car's come in."
I went in and they determined that indeed it was the one I had ordered. We signed a few papers and I gave them a check for what I had in the bank. I promised to come back Monday with the rest since the bank wasn't open at that time. Also on Monday they would do the rest of the dealer prep. I was ready to leave!
That night I put over 100 miles on it just driving around town, cruising, you know. I just didn't take it over 111. Redline was 6150 and I loved the sound!