[Hugh R]

When I was 17, in 1971, my mom bought my two triplet sisters and me a 65 Mustang hardtop with a six and a three speed. It wasn't fast and would wheel hop like the dickens when you tried to drag race it (hah!). My two triplet sisters and my younger brother drove me to Knoxville, TN from Oak Ridge to get on a bus to go to Perris Island to join the USMC. They were driving back to Gatlinburg, TN where we had all worked for the summer. My sister Elizabeth's boyfriend was driving, probably too fast, and it was raining and he slid on a curve in Severville, TN and the left side of the car hit a bridge abutment (this was before they had guard rails to soften the blow, and guide the car off of the bridge abutment). The car broke in half at the "B" pillar on the driver's side and killed my sister Victoria instantly. Remarkably, my other triplet sister, my younger brother and the boy friend survived. The car was ripped in half with only the right side frame rail holding the front and rear of the car together.

Fun car, sorry, but it brought up an old memory.