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It was 1965. I was going to graduate from high school in a couple of months. My parents were headed to Chicago for a business thing at the Merchandise Mart. I had the house and my time to myself for the weekend. My friend and I had made plans to go out on the town on Saturday night but we had a problem. No car. My folks had our car. She couldn’t get one. Besides, it was a Bug, for crying out loud. No way did either of us want to show up “riding the ones” (riding the one way streets back and forth, seeing who else was riding the ones) in a sissy car like that where everyone from school could see us.
We needed a plan. Ah ha! I had a driver’s license and cars were cheap to rent in those days. I was 18, barely, and they would let me rent a car. We took a taxi to the dealership and rented…a Pony Car. To those who are not aware, that’s a 1965 Ford Mustang. She was beautiful. Four on the floor and ready to gallop. She was a sweet ride. We did put a load of miles on that car but it was worth every penny it cost us. I have never been able to drive another one like it.
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