I was barley twenty years old when I first owned a 1968, Mustang. She was dark-red with black racing stripes down the sides and black hardtop. I still remember the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach the first time I took the pony for a ride. I wanted to impress the guys so I floored it and that baby took off so fast that I almost lost control...
Well, that euphoric moment led me to a lot of street races and speeding tickets, to the point where we had to part ways. She was way too fast and I was much too young. But now, more than ever I want her back..
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