In those days everyone was partial to one make of car or another. You inherited it from your father's car, I think, the way Americans seem to inherit their political parties generation after generation. (No one actually seems to *think* about their politics.) My family seemed to drive Fords, and I came down with the same prejudice. In retrospect there doesn't seem to have been any particular reason to favour Fords over other makes. It was just something one did. This '67 Mustang is "full blown", with a turbine drive gizmo on top of the engine block called a supercharger. The fixture looking like a light stand is exactly that -- called a "Christmas Tree" on the drag strip, the lights blilnked on from top to bottom, one at a time, until it reached the bottom and it was time to pop the clutch and tromp on the gas. You can see the influence of Big Daddy Roth and the t-shirt "monsters" popular at the time.