When I was offered to sit in the driver's seat, I was stunned. It was my sixteenth birthday, and my grandfather asked if I wanted to take his 1966 Ford Mustang Fastback Shelby out for a ride. I was shocked.
My whole life up to that point, my grandfather had kept the car away from my grimey hands. "Stop touching her," he would yell at me from across the garage. But not this day. This day was special because I was officially a man. I was ready to feel what real power was behind the Fastback, and I wasn't disappointed for one second of this special moment.
This is what my grandfather's car looks like, except it's blue
Mustang Fastback Shelby's have the two stripes down the center
“"Stop touching her," he would yell at me from the garage.”
This is another vintage find that everyone loves
You really need to have control in order to drive these old cars
Chevy's are another car my grandfather worked on when I was younger