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The first car I drove was a 1964.5 white fast-back mustang that my dad refurb'ed in the late 80's, with me being his "shop gopher". I remember to this day the sound of that engine firing up when I was behind the wheel. Even though it sounded the same as every other time it started, it still felt other-worldly. The gas pedal had that slight resistance to it, so when I pressed harder and the raw power pushed me back into that seat, the exhilaration felt has rarely been matched all these years later.