My first car was a Mustang. A 1971 Fastback my Father bought new. It's still here. The original left side fender emblems are here on my desk.
On the other side of my office is this ad.
I even tried "Brand X" back in 1982 (Hi Karen! It's been a long time =).
Know what? I always came back to the Mustang. I am fortunate in that with a lot of help I have been able to still have these time machines. They have always got me home, sometimes despite my best efforts to prevent that from happening.
So now they live in semi retirement. All but one is road ready, tagged, insured, and ready to go.
Although these vehicles give the illusion of freedom, it is just that. They require care and a support infrastructure much as a seafaring ship or an airplane. For a moment in time though, when your right foot goes to the floor that freedom is addictive and hard to ignore. It is a siren call that hopefully I can answer for some time to come.
Things come and go.
Here is the 1994 GT in front of a building that is long gone in the mountains of Southwest VA. The Courthouse and church in Independence VA. are still there.
Thanks Murph for kicking the muse in tonight!
Another friend Old NFO went to the range today with some ponies as well. My favorite is the Colt Woodsman. Hey NFO! Need the instructions for it =)
I guess I'm a sucker for stuff with a pony on it =)