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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

My Love Affair with the Ford Mustang

My first car was a brand new 1964 ½ Ford Mustang. It was my last quarter of college and I was preparing to teach school. Driving scared the crap out of me. Actually, my daddy as a driving teacher scared me senseless, so I didn’t have my driver’s license at 21. Daddy showed me car after car and made me drive each.  I couldn’t drive the stick sift cars. Clutch, brake, and gas pedal, oh my!  I said no to small cars and not so small cars.

I was studying like crazy, but Daddy took me out to dealerships, telling me the best qualities of any car we might be able to finance for me. We looked under hoods and Daddy interrogated salesmen. My parents certainly had no extra money. One June evening we walked into the Ford dealership in Macon, Georgia. And then I saw her, the car I could love.   Sitting in a spotlight, a gold Mustang called to me. I still remember walking over to the magical looking car and touching the door handle. For the first time I wanted to open the door and sit inside. I was sold!  She might as well have been Cinderella’s coach!  I treasured the brochure that showed the car I wanted. Mustangs were so new that dealerships had a few to show and ordered cars for buyers.

We shopped for deals but found none. The day we went to search for a place for me to live in the town were I would teach, we stopped at the Ford dealership near there and got the first discount offer. We signed on the dotted line. My parents put up the $200 deposit and I had to finance the car insurance in the car cost.  A moth later I had my first car!

I still have that car and include Mustangs in all my books. I suppose that would be part of my brand!

What was your first car? Do you remember the first time you saw it? Tell us about it.
  

Margo’s Choice

Setup: Margo’s daughter is helping her dad work on an old Mustang she wants to drive as soon as she can. 
Except:

Grandma put a tablecloth over a crate near the tent entrance, then set out paper plates and a platter of sandwiches. She dragged two small stools to the crate.
“Dee, sit down and eat.”
“Well, Dee, are you having fun watching the men work?” Grandma asked.
“I-uh…”
Jay spoke up for her. “That girl’s a big help. She isn’t just watching like a prissy female afraid to get her hands dirty.”
Granddad added his two cents worth. “Our Dee knows her wrenches from screwdrivers and pliers.”
“Yep,” Dee said. “I used a monkey wrench, too.” She popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and tried to chew despite a grin that spread across her face.
When Grandma finished her sandwich, she cleared the plates and empty platter. “Don’t let them work you too hard,” she said.
“I won’t,” Dee responded.
“Hell, that girl will work us to death,” her granddad teased.
For hours Dee leaned over the car ‘til her back ached. She’d squatted handing things to the men ‘til her thighs burned. Cars had more removable parts that she had realized but she loved every minute of it.
Car parts were spread on blue plastic spread over wooded flats all over the tent floor.
Dee examined her broken nails and scratched hands as she drove the loaner car home. How many girls had such great grandparents? She sang along with the radio, loving it when the very oldie “Mustang Sally” came on, as if someone had ordered it for her.
She had a car to drive until she and her dad finished the Mustang. Her grandparents had offered to help her get a newer car and then a new one when she finished college.
She tapped the steering wheel in time to the music.
Instead, she’d drive a classic Mustang she and her dad could keep running forever.

              
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            When she learns he isn’t coming for a visit but is retiring, she fears what he can do to her heart if she lets him inside. Even more, she fears for the heart of her youngest daughter, the child who adores him, the child he doesn’t believe is his.

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22 comments:

  1. I didn't have my very own car until in my 30's. Once in awhile when I was young, I could take the '53 Chev that was my mother's car. She bought it for $400 and it was a great car, not pretty, but sturdy and dependable. Cute post!

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    1. P.L. I probably wouldn't have had my own car if my teaching job was close to my folks.

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  2. Hi Mary

    I've only ever owned one car, a black Mini estate years ago. I'm a horse person, fand I can't afford a car and my two horses, so they're my 'mustangs' and I no longer drive and rely on my husband to be my chauffeur,LOL.
    Funnily enough I manage to get at least one of them in most of my stories too!

    Margo's Choice sounds like such a great read!

    I have to say your first car does sound beautiful.

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  3. Hywela Lyn, thanks for you comment. My horse has wheels. I still have that car, though it isn't running at the moment. I need to sell books so I can get it back on the road!

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  4. I was married when my husband bought a new car so we could have two. It was a Fiat. I don't remember the year, just that it was a lemon. We should've bought a Mustang. lol

    Great excerpt!

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    1. Yes, Edie. Mustangs were sporty and great cars. Can you say SPEED? I couldn't/wouldn't learn to drive anything else. Glad you liked the excerpt.

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  5. My first car was a bomb. It had three speeds standard in the column. It was lite and quick. My friends called me a cowgirl! It was a chevy Nove II and all dinged up. But it flew like the wind!

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    1. Ah, Mary. I had a floor shift, which was cool, but the T shift was an automatic. I wasn't a car person.

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  6. I love that you work Mustangs in your stories, Mary! My first car was a white VW Bug Convertible. Like yours, it was a new thing and not many were on the road. I was so proud to drive it back and forth to my first real job. I look at the new models now and they just don't seem the same...

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    1. I understand, Judy. I knew folks who adored their Bugs. One neighbor had 4 in his yard. 1 for him and 2 for his 2 sons and a spare he worked on.

      The Mustangs that came after that 1st one didn't have the same feel as that first one.

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  7. Oh, you were so lucky to have such a fab car as your first. Mine was an ancient Ford Falcon. OMG but I hated that car, but it was free. Can't look a gift horse in the mouth.

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    1. Joan, I was too chicken to learn to drive other cars. Free wasn't an option for me, we didn't have any extra cars.

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  8. Mary, what a fun post. I got my first car after having my second baby. We couldn't afford one earlier. DH surprised me one day with an old dodge he bought from a gasoline station for $200. It had no AC and no heating, the back windows couldn't open, and it had a few holes in the backseat. Who cared! It was a car that could roll and take me out of the house with my small kids. I kept two years until it died.

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  9. Love it, Mona! It's funny how expectations change. Having an old clunker was better than having no transportation at all for us. Our family cars were always older cars Daddy rescued and repaired with his own 2 hands.

    My Mustang had no AC but the heat worked most of the time. I remember making my daughter wear heavier clothes when I took her to school. Hey, I needed to go to work whether the heater worked or not.

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    1. Riding in that car brings back many memories. I remember wearing a coat and still being chilly. My hair was a different issue in the summer. You and D just put yours up....haha, my curly top went wild! My husband is a fan of the Ford Mustang. He would love to have another one in the future!

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    2. Yep, ponytails for both of us.

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  10. MM, tried to leave a comment earlier and it posted somewhere, really. I think it wound up on the Pink Fuzzies! Is that possible? Anyway, my first car was a '65 Baracuda, shiny black, and really fast. I was less than twenty when we bought it used. I loved that little car. ==Scarlet==

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    1. I think it was because I was on my iphone. Anyway, twice the coverage, heh?

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  11. I remember that car, Mary, and when you got it, too.

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    1. Toni, we share a lot of memories! We started early, in high school! grin

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