Day 176: Mustang

Anyone who knew me circa 1994 knows that I would have sold a kidney if it meant I could have a Ford Mustang.  Why did I love these cars so much?  Maybe it was the pale yellow '65 Mustang convertible owned by Brandon Walsh on 90210 (which he annoyingly called "The 'Stang").  I asked for one for my sixteenth birthday, and I was given a Hot Wheels version.  Still not funny.

I never got my Mustang.  I did get a Ford, though.  Oh yes, the legendary Ford Escort, which I promptly managed to crash into a telephone pole just four months later.  (Seventeen years later, that phone pole, which had to be replaced since I knocked it out of the ground, is still the best looking one on the block.)

I saw this car in the parking lot at the Dublin Library.  Mission Impossible style, I ducked down discreetly to grab a couple photos of it.  I feel funny taking secret pictures of people's cars, but I thought I could do it quickly enough so no one would notice.  Of course just as I finished, the owner walked out, but I played it cool and drove away before she noticed me.

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Update- August 14, 2012: Look what I found in a box of old stuff...it's the birthday Mustang.