I'll never forget what got me into Mustangs. It was my father looking for a new vehicle back in 1992 in the used Ford lot down in Toledo. He had been driving his 1978 F-250 since he'd bought it from the factory in '77, so it was definitely time for new wheels. The first car we tried was a green T-bird, which was okay but the ride had much to be desired, and egress was something of an art in that car.
The second car was the beginning of my addiction: a 1989 Mustang GT, medium metallic blue and gray paint, perfect interior (well, it was only 2-3 years old at that point, but I still remember!). Such a beautiful car.... Anyhoo, all four of my family members hopped in and took it for a test drive. My dad was having some fun with it, and I mean I could see the grin on his face. We were coming upon the overpass going over I-75, and he just GUNNED it. We were doing ~95mph in no time flat. Keep in mind my parents had that '78 F-250 and an '83 Caprice, the only cars I *ever* rode in. Nevertheless, I was hooked for life. The only reason we didn't get it was that the insurance was too high for us to afford at that point. My dad had been out of work for about two months, and had just recently gotten back on his feet. I look back (and I'm sure he does too) and wonder how much closer my dad and I would've been if he'd gotten that instead of the '89 mercury sable he settled for....
He was pretty jealous when I first brought my '87 notchback home, and still bugs me to drive it....hey, mebbe I can have him pay for the trans rebuild and engine machine work???? Hmm.....