My stepfather was a merchant seaman. He shipped out of San Francisco and was usually gone 2-3 months and would come home with a lot of money. When he spent it all he would ship out again. One time when he was home he bought a turquoise '65 Mustang with a white interior. We couldn't wait to him to ship out so we could drive it around (well, that wasn't the only reason we wanted him to ship out). We were very popular, my brother and I, driving around in that car. Classic story - my grandmother was born and raised in San Francisco and never lived outside the city limits. She never learned to drive. My grandpa had a '55 Chevy and only he drove it. After he died (in '61) it sat in Grandma's garage at 26th & Noriega until my brother (21 months younger than me) could drive. In the still un-enlightened and un-evolved '60's they gave it to my brother because he was a BOY! I got the Renault Dauphin. On May 31, 2010, at 5:05 PM, norcal-request@rootsweb.com wrote: > Message: 3 > Date: Mon, 31 May 2010 11:15:10 -0700 > From: "Margie Hinton" <marhinton@earthlink.net> > Subject: [NORCAL] drivers training > To: <norcal@rootsweb.com> > Message-ID: <AC384DF8052D486E906EAFEF4BD163B5@DHSBQNG1> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" > > I am sure that many on this list will remember the '65 Mustang.