I drove my mom's yellow '71 hardtop Mustang with the 351 Cleveland throughout high school. Very fast car. I needed a car for college. My dad sprung $500 for a '67 Ford Galaxy 500 convertible, same color as in the pic, though without the puffed-up wheels.
First thing I noticed was the portable stove on the floor behind the driver. WTF. I figured out fast why it was there. It was holding up the driver side of the bench seat. The car was a beater.
390CI of pure American muscle. I just drove from one gas station to the next. I finally got rid of it when the carb sprung a leak and gas was spewing straight up like a geyser.
Those were some good old days.