I was a kid.
I was riding in the back seat of my dad’s pickup truck.
And I thought, I can’t believe I have to pay so much to drive it!
I was in the passenger seat.
I was going through the motions, I was trying to keep my cool, but then I looked up and there was this Mustang in the middle of the road, right in front of me.
And it was like, wow!
I just stood there for a moment, and then I just started yelling, “YEAH!!”
And I said, “Oh my God!
I have a Mustang!”
The Mustang, the thing that I loved to drive, that I would do anything for, that was all gone.
Then I looked back, and I was like: I’m never going to own one again.
I’m going to have to give it up.
So I did.
I sold my Mustang to a guy named Steve.
“I’m going away to college, and this car’s gonna be my first car,” he said.
He had a lot of money and he had a big garage, and it was his dream to own a car.
So he gave me the car.
I’ve never been happier than I was when I bought it.
It’s still a little weird to be in the car with a new Mustang.
I mean, it’s still in the garage.
I don’t know how that happened.
But I remember the first time I drove it.
I got in the Mustang and I went into the garage, looked at the engine, and said, I need this thing right now.
I said: Okay, I got this.
That was the first thing I thought about when I drove the car to college.
The second thing I think about is the next car that comes along, or maybe two cars in the future.
But for now, I’m really happy with the Mustang.
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