My Passion for Mustang GTs Ch. 04

I know a car magazine that would likely publish this article on the Mustang GT (assuming it is still made). Very good info delivered in a pleasant and direct way.

Thanks.

I have always loved Mustangs it started when I saw a white Mustang GT rag top back in 1987 the interior was red. Suddenly the engine revved scared the crap out of me , then the tires squealed and started smoking it was at the back of this little corner store in Ypsilanti Michigan were I was going on my bicycle to trade in pop cans I found at a park would get 10 cents a can then I would buy baseball cards. Anyways am cutting through to the back of this corner store on my bicycle and am frozen in place as this sweet car was doing this awesome awesome burnout I think it was the first time I seen something like this in real life not on TV. I sat there being mesmerized it seemed like it was going on forever smoke was everywhere. The drivers door pushes open and there was Karen my friends older sister she must of been 19-20 at the time. She laughs and says something like was that cool or what she just got the car a few days ago. All of a sudden this girl i thought was ugly beautiful like an angel sitting there. She was barefoot her shoes were laying on the floorboard to the side of the pedals. I noticed her feet cause I liked feet ever since I could remember. Then she took her right foot and started manipulating the gas pedal with her toes and it looked so awesome then she punched it and I got scared almost dropped my bike cans fell out the bag I held as the Engine of her car revved really loud. I couldn't stop looking at her barefoot on that pedal.

I am impressed. Of course I know nothing about cars other than they are made to go, turn, backup, stop on command and start when wanted.

Your description of the road up Mt. Washington made my stomach flip and my a--hole pucker up! I hate heights and have been trapped in cars with drivers who loved that stuff like you do. Once came down from 8000 ft in the Rockies with a good-old-boy in a Toyota pickup. Gravel was flying over the edge as he took some of the turns. I closed my eyes, bent over as far as I could and started "Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum......." Since I'm typing this the prayer must have worked!

Loved the series.

A lot of what Susan has written about the cars, dealers, ordering and tires is something that has long been forgotten by consumers who want to go to the car lot and come home with a new car-not mattering what or color, but new or almost new. The dealership and it's minions are interested only in the dollars they can make on the car, financing, special polish or thrown on accessories. Get the picture, they want you to think everyone is happy here-NOT! Susan has made us think, not only about getting our next car, but how it would be having to wait for a ride, bus or even walk. I am sure supportive readers will kick in for a car fund, not only for the car itself, but licensing, insurance, gasolene and maintenance. Being retired, I take myself to both morning & afternoon coffee, doctor appointments and to pick up cleaning, laundry and pharmacy items, plus the usual trip or two for groceries, a newspaper, cat food & litter. Just imagine trying to do all this via bus and get the timing down to the route schedule, plus pay the bus fare. Really makes one think, and as I've proposed before stories like this belong in auto, consumer and men's magazines making a dollar or two for the writer. Five Stars and if it could be more, I'd say that for the creative writing, that to me satisfies as much as a paragraph or two of juicy erotic lust in print. Keep us smiling Susan Jill Parker, you are one of the best :) The Bird

I hope it works in your favor.