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– photo by Mitch Waxman

It is not impossible that your humble narrator was conceived in the back seat of a car like the one pictured above, observed recently on Northern Boulevard here in Astoria- or at least I hope I was. A 1966 Ford Mustang, lovingly cared for, and sporting the sort of style which defined the industrial supremacy of American auto manufacturing in the 20th century.

from Wikipedia

The first-generation Ford Mustang is the original pony car, manufactured by Ford Motor Company from 1964 until 1973.

It was initially introduced as a hardtop and convertible with the fastback version put on sale the following year. At the time of its introduction, the Mustang, sharing its underpinnings with the Falcon, was slotted into a compact car segment.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

From nearly every perspective, whether it be safety or fuel economy or pure comfort- a modern car is preferable in a straight comparison to a vintage ride like this one. However, if you’ve never felt the volcanic rumble of a 1960’s muscle car starting up, or been pressed back into the seat by the acceleration…

from themustangsource.com

Not much changed for Mustang in 1966. The grille design changed a bit–the 1966 models had the running pony inside the corral free-floating on horizontal grille bars. The side trim was slightly revised and a restyled gas cap completed the exterior changes.

On the interior, the instrument panel was redesigned with five round gauges, replacing the panel borrowed from the Ford Falcon for previous model years. Ford broke the 1,000,000 Mustang mark in 1966–18 months after its introduction. To celebrate, Ford released the Sprint 200 Mustang. They were mechanically identical to other six-cylinder Mustangs, but had a chrome air cleaner and a special engine decal which read “Mustang powered Sprint 200.”

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Few cars are as iconic as the early Mustangs, there’s the GTO and Trans Am of course, but the Mustang just screams rock and roll. Driving this car without “The Doors” playing would just be a crime.

from dmv.ny.gov

Standard series historical plates for passenger or commercial vehicles display either:

  • a five-digit number followed by the letters HX (for example, 99999HX), or
  • the letters HX followed by a five-digit number (for example, HX22222).
  • Standard series historical motorcycle plates display the letters HM followed by three numbers.

Personalized Historical plates for any historical vehicle or historical motorcycle are now available. For an additional fee, registrants can order personalized letter/number combinations of up to eight characters (includes spaces and/or a silhouette of New York State) or 6 characters/spaces (no state silhouette available) for a motorcycle. Personalized Historical plates have the word “HISTORICAL” along the bottom of the plate.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The dashboard exhibits classic form over function, with scores of knobs and sharp edges that would cut you to ribbons in an accident. This isn’t the design of modernity, overly concerned with what could happen, rather this is a can of Budweiser between your legs and a pack of Marlboro Red on the dash kind of design. Braggadocio on wheels, the chariot of a youthful culture manufactured before everything went so terribly askew.

Compare to the modern variant here: ford.com/cars/mustang/

Written by Mitch Waxman

March 15, 2012 at 12:15 am

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  1. At least it’s not parked on the sidewalk like a lot of those Northern Boulevard car dealers parking their wares do, Even Harley-Davidson parks on the trottoir. Why is it that when the patrol car drives by, the cops don’t stop and ticket this egregious commandeering of the public by-way?

    georgethe atheist

    March 15, 2012 at 12:38 am

  2. Try boomfing in a Mini-Cooper.

    georgethe atheist

    March 15, 2012 at 12:44 am


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