I bought a 1965 Mustang Coupe from my uncle when I was 16. It was Caspian Blue with blue interior, had a 289 with a Edelbrock highrise Aluminum intake with a Holley 4 barrel. I'd taken off the mufflers and added headers and straight Flowmaster exhaust. It had a C-6 Automatic Transmission that would bark the tires in 1st and 2nd if I wanted it to. It looked and sounded like a dream to me at 16. I wish I had an old photo to share.

There's just something about a fast car when you're 16. Looking back, my parents were nuts to let me pull out of the driveway by myself. I knew exactly how many seconds it took to go from 0 to 60. I also knew what top end speed I could reach on the 2 mile straight away on Hwy 84 in Coffeeville, Alabama crossing the Jim Folsom Bridge we called the "River Stretch". (I could bury the speedometer at 120mph then the  needle would start bouncing).

There wasn't a weekend that passed that the old Mustang wasn't washed, waxed and vacuumed, ready to pile up a bunch of my crazy friends and just go drive. I miss that car and the faint smell of gas and oil.

My friend Jess in Birmingham is the proud owner of the 1966 Mustang GT Convertible in the picture. I saw it on his FB page this morning and was instantly taken back in time for a moment. This '66 is Ivy Green and with the GT package, one of the prettiest Mustangs I have seen lately. He said "It's a blast to drive". I know it is. Thanks Jess for letting me use your picture. And yes, I'd love to drive it one day!

I want another one. This time, with a little age and maturity on my side. I'd cruise like my dad and not Dale Jr.