The Family Mustang Falls to Me

April 17 marks sixty years since the Ford Mustang's public debut at the 1964 New York World's Fair. The original pony car immediately became a pop-culture and automotive phenom, and it remains one of the most impactful cars in history. We're celebrating with stories of the events surrounding the Mustang's launch, the history of the early cars, and tales from owners. Click here to follow along with our multi-week 60 Years of Mustang coverage. -Ed.

Of all the months in the calendar, April is forever aligned with the Ford Mustang. Mustang aficionados may already know April 17 as National Mustang Day, with this year's date marking the 60^th anniversary of the pony car's splash debut at the 1964 New York World's Fair.

The connections are stronger yet within my own family. April 22, 2024, marks 36 years to the day that my dad first parked a Rangoon Red '65 Mustang convertible in his garage. This April, in an incredibly emotional and devastating turn of events, was also the first time I've parked it in my own garage.

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You probably have some sense of the Mustang's history, how Ford product planners and designers captured lightning in a bottle. This sporty yet attainable car resonated with young (and young-at-heart) buyers and sparked an absolute sales frenzy. Twelve months after its introduction, Ford had built and sold over 400,000 Mustangs. By March of 1966, that figure eclipsed the million-car mark.

In 1965 alone, Ford built 559,451 Mustangs, with convertibles accounting for roughly 13 percent of that sum. By those numbers alone, my dad's car isn't anything particularly special. Data, however, doesn't capture what this car means to me.

I don't know when Dad first felt the call of the Mustang. Maybe it was exposure to Ford's ad blitz that hit when he was just nine years old. Maybe it happened much later, when he helped my uncle wrench on a rather downtrodden example. Or through riding around in a Mustang owned by his good friend Clark. All I know is that he finally heeded the call in April of 1988-a month after my second birthday and only a few months before my younger brother entered the world.

My first picture with Mustang, early 1988.Laura McCauslandI might have been excited by the new addition to the family garage.Laura McCausland

At first glance, Dad's Mustang looks like a Mustang GT equipped with the high-revving K-code 289 "Hi-Po" V-8, deluxe interior package, and other desirable options. The reality: It's enough of a Frankenstang to make a Mustang Club of America concours judge erupt with palpitations.

Hagerty's 1964-1966 Mustang buyers guide notes that, should concours-grade purity not be a personal goal, the early Mustang's robust aftermarket parts support (and relatively simple design on which to wrench) make retroactively spec'ing a car to taste a fairly straightforward affair. Heck, in late 1965, Ford was itself running ads suggesting Mustang owners head to their local FoMoCo parts counter and retrofit some GT gear.

Numbers-matching be damned; we have parts and accessories to sell!Ford

That's exactly what our previous owner did, starting with a standard-grade Rangoon Red 289 convertible as the foundation. In went the Pony Interior and the Rally Pac. On went the styled steel wheels, the exhaust trumpets, the fog lamps, and the rocker striping. The mix-and-match didn't stop with cosmetics, either: the four-speed toploader manual transmission was pulled from a '66 car, the 8-inch rear axle salvaged from a '67 Mustang, and the aluminum bell housing cribbed from some Ford product made in the early 1970s.

Dad may not have had all those date codes mapped when he bought the car, but he knew full well that it wasn't a bonafide GT on his hands. That lack of provenance did not bother him one bit. I suspect that, with a growing family at home, a true numbers-matching K-code car would have been out of his reach. If it wasn't, the provenance and value of such a thing might have spooked him out of regularly driving the car.

I'm grateful that we ended up with a pick-a-part pony car, because our family sure drove this Mustang.

Me in my happy place.Laura McCauslandMustang memories were made with extended family, too.Laura McCauslandReady to roll with my brother and cousin.Laura McCausland

My brother and I have-quite literally-a lifetime of memories with Dad and his car. Quick summer trips to the Dairy Queen on a hot summer's night. Saturday afternoon road trips, exploring the winding back roads of northern Oakland County in Michigan as we snaked past inland lakes, apple orchards, abandoned gravel quarries, and Ford's own proving grounds. My brother and I got our hands dirty helping Dad replace the rear leaf springs and trying, but ultimately failing, to grasp the intricate, dark art of carburetor tuning.

In later years, after patiently teaching both sons how to operate a manual transmission, Dad began regularly passing driving duties to us, the next generation. Initially he'd toss us the keys on our weekend rambles together, and over time, that led to trusting us enough to venture out on our own. He was gracious enough to repeatedly loan me the car, whether it was to incorporate it into my day job as an auto journalist or simply take my now-wife out for a cruise down Woodward Avenue.

Couldn't help stopping by Ford's PG a time or two.Chris ZavicarThen and now, circa 2009.Evan McCauslandMy wife and I, in what seems like a lifetime ago.Russ Gates

The memories of this car are deeply ingrained in me, so much so that when I ordered a red Ford drop-top of my own-a 2022 Bronco-I picked a similar shade of red paint and added a handful of retro touches to visually tie the two cars together. Dad and I were looking forward to staging our two red Ford convertibles together for a quick photo shoot.

As it so often does, life had other plans. He passed unexpectedly last October, leaving an enormous gap in our hearts. And, per his wishes, the Mustang found its first new custodian in four decades-me. Bittersweet to say the very least.

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These days, I find myself asking questions to which there are no clear answers. Do I really deserve this car? Am I worthy of being the caretaker for our family's red Mustang? Who can I turn to for advice and for help swinging wrenches, now that my go-to guy isn't around? What would Dad want me to do with his car, anyway?

The best answer I have for that last question: Just go. Drive it. Enjoy it.

In his happy place.Evan McCauslandDad with his pride and joy.Laura McCausland

I want to do all of that, but I also want to protect the car from harm. Maintenance comes first, then.

My initial, cursory exploration beneath the car revealed it to be remarkably solid, considering the Mustang spent its entire life in Michigan. Dad cared more about regular service and maintenance than cosmetic perfection, and my intent is to continue this approach. What it deserves is to be a basic driver treated with respect-nothing fancy.

Above all, I feel compelled to introduce the Mustang to the next generation. Much like Dad found himself 36 years ago, I'm now the parent of a car-crazy two-year-old who is incessantly asking "Dada, we go Mustang ride now?" I'm not overly fond of tradition, but this seems like the best kind to carry on.

That might take a bit of work. This car is rapidly approaching 60 years old, last had a substantial overhaul roughly 40 years ago, and wears its fair share of nicks, dents, scratches, and other imperfections. Having essentially sat for at least a year and a half, it's going to need a little bit of TLC before we start using it even for short jaunts.

High time for new tires.Evan McCausland

Despite knowing this car like the back of my hand, I've continued to discover new details or learn new things about our Mustang in the months since Dad's passing. Scanned copies of National Parts Depot receipts, indicating what work he performed in recent years. A yellow folder holding the original bill of sale from 1988. (Interestingly, his most recent insurance policy continued to cite that original purchase price for its agreed value-a sum Mustang values have far eclipsed in recent years.) A printed email chain from two years ago shows the work Dad put into refurbishing the brake system, including adding a dual-reservoir master cylinder, but a random receipt in another folder indicates that the last time it received new tires was in 2012. New rubber is a necessity at this point.

So that's the task at hand. If you find yourself in Michigan this summer, staring at a red Mustang convertible that's a little rough around the edges-to say nothing of its driver-be sure to wave and say hi. And if you're open to swinging a wrench and helping me tackle a growing to-do list? Well, that'd be great, too.

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