I was there in 1964 as a nine year old. I was already in love with cars, and I couldn’t believe I was about to sit in a brand new mustang convertible as our family took our trip on the Magic Skyway. I got the driver’s seat (white car, red interior, cruise-o-matic shifter is what I recall—evidently they were all so equipped). I remember the chewing brontosaurus from the display, but nothing more. I was mesmerized by the Mustang itself. That is what captured my imagination, and my heart. That ‘Stang was the highlight of my trip to the World’s Fair!
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