My first car was a 1965 Ford Mustang (Budweiser Red). I got it for Christmas my Sophomore year. So loved this car but being that is was a classic my dad wouldn't let me make it into a hot rod. The car was my ticket to freedom and many memorable day and nights at the lakefront. The thing that my friends would remember the most about it is that the passenger door on the inside didn't have any handles...we had to use vice grips. And when it would rain the passenger side would lick so you had to keep your feet close to the set.  Had some really good times in that car. After high school I gave it to my younger brother like a dumb a_ _!!! And he didn't take care of it!!!! So wish I this had it!!!!