Let’s go back a few years…to 1991. The Cold War is over, but the Gulf War: Operation Desert Storm gets started in earnest when the U.S. liberates the country of Kuwait from Iraqi military control. A gallon of gas ($1.12) was cheaper than a pound of bacon ($1.95), and the term “going postal” was born when a former postal worker murders three people at a post office in Ridgewood, New Jersey. Police brutality is brought to the forefront with the videotaped beating of Rodney King, and 911 emergency phone number testing starts in the northwest.

One of the most rabid Fox Mustang fans we know is John Richichi. Richichi has owned many Fox Mustangs over the years, and still owns a low-mileage 1985 GT he is saving for his son, John Jr.

The internet is made available for commercial use, with the amount of users numbering 1-million people. The band Nirvana releases its album Nevermind, signaling the beginning of the grunge era, which put our hair band favorites out to pasture. Bryan Adams’ song “(Everything I do) I do for you” spent seven weeks at the top of the Billboard charts.

No Facebook, no Instagram, the only cell phones cost over $1,000 and were nearly the size of cinder blocks, no streaming music, not even MySpace, and no email. But ya know what, we were just fine. Ya wanna know why? We had Fox Mustangs, that’s why. Two-hundred-twenty-five, right-now horsepower (Imagine that) was all we needed to get the job done. Of course, they never stayed stock for long before we added Flowmasters, 3.73 or 4.10 gears, a K&N filter, and bumped timing up to 15-16 degrees. Then we added slicks on an old pair of 10-hole wheels, and we were livin’ good.

Still today, the car of choice for many racers is a Fox Mustang. Go to a drag strip today, just like back in 1991, and the majority of the cars there will be Fox Mustangs.

Thankfully, even though the latest Mustangs make a Fox Mustang the performance equivalent of a stage coach, we still have a love affair with the Fox Mustang. It’s the one we brought to the dance, or the one that brought us, should we say. The above video, though at times a bit corny, describes what it was like to grow up with Fox Mustangs.

You young bucks don’t know what you missed.