1973 Ford Mustang Convertible, Plus Bonus Mustang Poll

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Alameda has plenty of 1964-73 Mustangs on the street. So many, in fact, that I've been taking a sort of "mañana, mañana" attitude about photographing most of them (this also happens with 60s GM pickups and air-cooled Volkswagens). This leads me to wonder why I never see any first-generation Camaros or Firebirds parked on the island's streets; they were made in vast numbers and aren't worth much more than Mustangs now, so what happened to them? Hooned into oblivion? Feel free to weigh in on that burning issue as we take a look at a nice example of the "big" first-generation Mustang.

1973 Ford Mustang Convertible, Plus Bonus Mustang Poll


The '73 Mustang convertible, while based on the same chassis as the original 64-1/2 model, weighed in at a hefty 3,198 pounds. That was 584 pounds more than the first Mustang convertible, and matters weren't helped by the Malaise engine selection for '73: the base six groaned out a miserable 88 horses (versus 101 for the '64-1/2 six), while the 302 V8 didn't do much better at 135 horsepower. Should we talk about the weight of the '09 Mustang? Hey, at least the power is there!

1973 Ford Mustang Convertible, Plus Bonus Mustang Poll


But who cares? It's a red convertible with a luggage rack- head to the beach!

1973 Ford Mustang Convertible, Plus Bonus Mustang Poll


I sure hope that's a temporary vinyl sticker slapped on this pony's flank, because that paint job looks pretty good. OK, now on to our poll; you can click on the name of each entry to see more photos:

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Hey, how about another poll? I haven't been shooting the early Fox Mustangs, but perhaps they belong in this series. What say you, dear readers?

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Rob Emslie

That poor old Mustang, she's not the girl you first fell in love with back in high school. No, she's put on some pounds, and she's not as quick as she used to be. Instead of eagerly pulling at the reins at stop lights, she's now content to wait until the green, and maybe a few seconds after- here, I'm getting into first, don't rush me.

Her body is a little bit more poorly put together, panel gaps showing a little more undergarment than she would like. And yes, that rack does make her ass look big, but you won't tell her that. No, you'll slide behind her thin, plastic wheel, into the hard vinyl seats, and pull the huge door shut with a creak and a reverberation of the lowered window. Sadly, you twist her key and she coughs to life. She used to be able to breath freely, back in '65. Now she's wheezing, and farting down the road, and you grimly tell yourself, I should look for a new girlfriend, one who doesn't make me look like an extra from Charlie's Angels. Maybe then I wouldn't get the sweats when I need to take a long trip, maybe then I could look at myself in the rear-view mirror. A BMW 135i convertible passes you and you follow her with your eyes, noting her low-slung body and enormous headlights. The Mustang shudders and swerves into the oncoming lane. You fight the good half-foot of free play in her wheel, and steer her back true. No, you realize, you're in it for the long haul. You and your '73 'Stang have become one. Your identities melded until no one would recognize one without the other. Breathing in a sigh, you look down at her gas gauge- nearly on E, and sadly, you pull into the Shell station to give the old girl a drink.