First Love
Project 365 – Day 25
Every teenage boy lives for the day he gets his driver’s license, and maybe even more, the day he gets his first car.
I grew up in a tiny town, and I somehow convinced my parents to buy me a motorcycle around age 12. I had my license by age 14. Shortly after, I upgraded my motorcycle to a Honda XL100. I loved that bike. At age 16, though, having a car suddenly took on more appeal. I don’t recall bugging my parents for my own car, but dad knew what every boy wants. So he took it upon himself to strike a deal. He traded my motorcycle plus a few hundred dollars for a then 11 year old car. This wasn’t just any car, though. It was a 1967 Mustang. Fire engine red. A true classic. Sporty. Easy to work on. It was a first love of sorts.
Today I couldn’t help but reminisce when I saw this 1965 Mustang. It was a different model year than mine, and had a number of differences like a larger engine. But these differences were only minor. All-in-all, it looked very much like the one that took me through my high school and college years. “Molly” was like a best friend, and today I missed her.
1965 Ford Mustang
Fuji X-T1, 35mm f/1.4, 1/100 sec @ f/4.0, ISO500
Ahhh, our first cars!! For me, it was a ’71 Chevy Nova. A 250-hp, straight 6! You could actually stand under the hood to change the spark plugs!
Nice image of the Mustang! What a classic car!! Makes me want to get a second car….a classic…and use it for puttering around on the weekends. Did we mention we are getting old when we reminisce about our first cars….and actually name them?? Mine was named “Lorraine”…the first girlfriend to ride in that car! 🙂