Colorado Christlieb
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While driving back from Central City, Colorado a couple weeks ago with my mother (went up there to view our ancestors in the local cemetery), we got to talking about our 1966 Ford Mustang High Country Special. I was only 7 years old at the time, and I remember going down to the Marsh-Wimbush dealership one August afternoon in 1966. How exciting it was that my parents were going to buy a new car! Not just any car, but the highly popular Mustang! I remember a whole row of the light blue beauties all lined up in pristine condition, and I remember a couple of the, what we now call, the Aspen Gold. I remember my dad coming out of the dealership along with the dealer who was holding a bunch of papers. The dealer walked down the row of Columbine Blue Mustangs, trying to locate the one that matched his paperwork. He jumped into one of them, brought it up to the front of the dealership where we standing, and said "here's your car sir!" My mother drove our other car home (1963 Fiat), and I got to ride with my father in our new Mustang. How exciting, brand spanking new, and that new car smell that you only get for a little while. We had that Mustang for many years. We towed a motorcycle trailer and a snowmobile trailer with that car. In November of each year, I’d go back to Kansas with my father to go pheasant hunting. We’d drive that car all over western Kansas and in the 1973 my dad let me drive. I was only 14 years old, but hey, it was Kansas. I drove that car for three straight days through the Kansas countryside. In 1975, when I got my first driver’s license, I drove the Mustang for my driver’s test. Everybody told me I was crazy for driving a three speed and using a clutch, and that you should take the test with an automatic transmission. But hey, after driving in Kansas and owning a motorcycle, I passed the test with ease. A sad day came on one summer afternoon in 1978. My mother came home with a new 1978 Oldsmobile Starfire. I asked, “What happened to the Mustang?” I was told that she traded it in for her new car. She was happy that she got 500 bucks for a twelve year old car. I called Hottman Chevrolet in Brighton, CO to get the car back, only to be told that, one hour after my mother traded in it, a local came in and bought our Mustang. The Mustang was gone. We now only have a few photos, which you can view in my gallery. Thanks for letting me share my story. I knew you guys on this forum would enjoy it. Now that I’m 50 years old, maybe another Mustang might pop up for me to buy. But nothing will ever match that 6 cylinder, 3 speed, Columbine Blue, High Country Special!
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