By Christopher A. Sawyer
Though 51 years have intervened, I still remember seeing the mid-engined Mustang I back in 1962. The low, sleek — and surprisingly narrow — sports car had a gigantic effect on my young brain; redefining what was possible in that innocent era before Dallas, race riots, student protests and the first buds of terrorism. Anything was possible, even landing on the moon. So what was so difficult about putting a V4-engined sports car with side radiators and pop-up headlamps into production, and calling it a Ford?