When I was 20 years old, I saw an original 1969 Ford Mustang in Kansas City with an intake manifold graciously poised out of the front bonnet. From that moment on, it was my dream to own one, to drive it around route 66 and from one corner of the States to the next!
Whereas my love for trains stems from Thomas the Tank Engine, my love for 60’s, 70’s and 80’2 American cars undoubtedly comes from watching ‘Smokey and the Bandit’ and ‘The Dukes of Hazard’ growing up. You can guarantee that my head will turn when I see Pontiac Firebird, a Dodge Charger or any other gas guzzler that tanks down the road in way that sticks two fingers up at the people who invented the Smart Car.
So you can imagine how overjoyed I was when Amy’s brother, Brian, arranged to bring over his Sister-in-Law’s Ford Mustang convertible!
I was even more astounded when Brian’s wife Daleen, gave me the keys and said that I could take it for a spin. So off we went, without the legal permits. Ahem.
Driving along the highway by the lake and mountains was something I shall never forget; who says dreams don’t come true?