I was 16 in 1973. (Gosh time has gone by!) My dad bought me a 69 Mach I Mustang with a 450 engine & 4 on the floor. Really souped up. Actually, I think that he bought the car for him and used me as an excuse to buy it. I finally told him that I was scared to death of the car. So, he sold it and bought me a 68 Camero. It looked like a race car, but had a little V6 engine and was automatic. I loved that car!