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n 1946, I started at Ford Motor Company as a student engineer. I hated it. I spent my
days in a drafting room, and I realized quickly that the machines didn't talk back. I
wanted to be where the action was—in sales and marketing. I begged for a transfer to
Chester, Pennsylvania.
It was there I came up with '56 for '56'—a brand-new 1956 Ford for $56 a month. It took off
like a rocket. Sales in my district went from last to first. That campaign was my ticket to
Dearborn. Robert McNamara noticed, and suddenly, the kid from Allentown was sitting at
the big table.
PART II: THE MUSTANG AND
THE FALL
Galloping to Success
y the early sixties, I was the General Manager of the Ford Division. I saw a market
that the older guys were missing: the youth. They wanted style, they wanted
performance, and they didn't have a lot of money. I gathered a group of rebels at
the Fairlane Inn, and we dreamed up the Mustang.
When we launched it at the 1964 World's Fair, it was pandemonium. We sold over 400,000
in the first year. It put me on the covers of Time and Newsweek. I thought I was on top of the
world. By 1970, I was President of the company. But the higher you climb, the harder the
wind blows.
The Firing
y relationship with Henry Ford II was always complicated. He was the king, and
I was the crown prince who was getting too much press. In July 1978, he called
me into his office and ended my thirty-two-year career. He didn't have a
business reason. He just said, 'Sometimes you just don't like somebody.' It was the lowest
point of my life. I had the keys to the castle one day and was out on the street the next.
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