In the spring of my senior year (1974) two juniors and I left school a little early on a Thursday afternoon. We were in Bob's 1965 289 V8 Mustang with after market side pipes his older sister put on it, the the week after she bought it. Going out of Sunbury on Rt 37 you go up a hill and around a curve at the same time. The Caddy in front of us had somebody's grandmother driving, so Bob punched it! I looked at the speedometer once clear of the Caddy, a little over 115! I told Bob to slow down! Rod was in the back seat and looked over Bob's shoulder, saw the speedometer, and started screaming slow down repeatedly all while he wrapped his arms around Bob's neck and choking him! I sat in the passenger's seat thinking, I'm 18 and it's a shame I'm going to die so young!
We got out of that incident fine. I never rode with Bob again! In the summer of 1975, Bob blew part way threw an intersection at an estimated speed of 110 mph, that family in a station wagon kept him from making all the way through.
I think Mustangs are nice cars, my older brother had a convertible and a fast back at the same time in the early 2000's! I just don't ride in them.
Ivan
