This is a fun thread, reading about all your memories. The reference to Wide World of Sports made me smile. “The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat!” I always wondered as a kid how that poor downhill skier survived that mess.
My future father in law, who was and is the most die-hard Ford guy I know, told me as a teenager about this spectacular race car that Ford campaigned in the 1960s. At the time I was heavily into motorcycles and we restored several Triumphs together. We would talk endlessly about all things mechanical as we worked late into the night (he actually knew how the hell a Zener diode worked). His stories about the GT-40 fascinated me. The first time he showed me a picture of one from an ancient, dog eared magazine I was hooked. It was to my eyes, and remains to this day, the most beautiful racecar ever made, particularly the Mk. IV iteration. There is only one other car that has ever struck me as hard, and that is the beautiful Elwood Engel designed 1961 Lincoln Continental. Another “Ford” masterpiece. I’ve passed my love for these cars onto my children and the fond memories continue to accrue.
Every time I see any variant of the Ford GT, old and new, a flood of fond memories fills my head. Oddly, this inanimate object seems part of my family.