My favourite memory was from when I was about 5 years old. My dad was a race car driver/mechanic and we lived in a caravan, travelling around the country. Dad had an ex Police car, being a metallic bronze XW Falcon that he had managed to score from some police mate after they had finished with it. With it we towed our caravan with mum, three kids and our boxer dog. One day we were coming out of Mildura all loaded up and there was a slow car in front of dad. Not a problem. His ex police car was still fitted with the siren, so he flicked it on. The car in front dutifully pulled over and we went speeding passed with caravan in tow and a boxer dog with her head out the window. The look on the old guy who had pulled over was priceless.
Bought this Mustang as dad had always wanted one - in blue - his favourite colour.
Been a Ford fan ever since. R.I.P dad.
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