The Mustang

The Mustang Imagine yourself zipping in and out of traffic, wind in your hair, the smell of gas, people looking to see who’s coming. Its me, owner of a nineteen sixty-five ford mustang with a three fifty-one Cleveland engine, bucket seats, and a weiand supercharger; not to mention my Cragen wheels, home to a pair of B.F. Goodrich 295-50-15 tires in the back, and 150-60-15 tires in the front. Yep the …

…can’t beat my mustang. Nobody can. Let this be a lesson to you, and all those other people who like new cars. Why is it that old people listen to old people music, always talk about the good old days, and then buy a brand new car? It is ridiculous. The 1965 mustang is the greatest piece of machinery around, and if you don’t agree, I’ll see you at the next stop light.