My first experience with a Ford Mustang was way back in the summer of 1969 when a friend of my Mum had one. She dropped the top and I can still feel the sun beating down on my head and my hair getting messed up with the wind… ahh memories! I was only 7 years old, but I still remember it like it was last year… I nagged my Dad for ages to go out and buy one, but he was sticking to driving around in a 1965 Ford Galaxy wagon that was as long as an aircraft carrier. Fast forward to 1978 and we’d just moved to Canada – fresh off the plane and what do I try and get my dad to buy? A 1978 Ford Mustang – I knew he wouldn’t keep it for long, and I would either inherit it or buy it from him. Alas, he bought another land yacht – which I inherited two years later. I still haven’t gotten around to buying my own Mustang yet, but at …