Mustangs have been a HUGE part of my family, oddly enough. My grandfather, uncle, and father all have mustangs. When I was very small car shows were the norm. Every weekend during the summer it seemed there was one to go to and at almost every local parade one of our family's mustangs would be present, leading the parade, carrying an important public official, or a princess of some sort. I learned how to look at what was original and appreciate artistic custom touches and ended up marrying a man who shares the same appreciation for mustangs as I do. Its one thing to love classic cars, but its another to love mustangs.
My goal is to one day have my own... a red one. But for now I am happy with my spot in the passenger seat of his (our) mustang.