My father had this gorgeous black Mercury Cougar XR7.
That thing had more bells and whistles on it. Plus, the 5.0L V8 out of the Mustang. I could hardly wait until I turned 16, and was given the keys to it.
Unfortunately, he traded it in for a '89 Ranger the month before I took my driver's test.
A long line of boring cars followed until I "grew up" and bought my own vehicle, then suddenly dad started to be cool again. A couple nice Explorers, followed by two Expeditions, one Excursion, and now he is rocking out in an Edge Sport.
Damn him
To make matters worse, I had two friend's who convinced their mother's to buy a Jeep TJ and a Mustang GT while we were in the midst of our formative High School years. Let's just say it's a pretty cool story to take your buddy's mom's 'Stang from Ontario to Ft. Lauderdale and back for the weekend