…because every girl should take a road trip in a muscle car, at least once.
I have a new boss…
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…because every girl should take a road trip in a muscle car, at least once.
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ROTFLMAO! Webgood Jeff please fix the picture. It looks like one of those kids cars! (You know – a Cozy Coupe) Doesn’t look muscle-y at all! But you do deserve to drive one at least once. Thanks for a good laugh…….it doesn’t take much sometimes…
You should hear this thing rumble. Shakes the windows…..
I see Ford finally got the yellow right. The 1980 yellow Corvette with silver T-Roofs was my teenage crush. Things happened to me when I saw one that I would never DREAM of mentioning. Yes… I blushed. The blush of juvenile love.
And when tuned properly it would rumble like a summer thunderstorm in Arizona.
I’m taking it to New Hampshire on Friday. There was talk of a Lincoln, there was talk of a Cayenne. I can’t hear my Bluetooth in the Mustang, it’s a stick and I’ll hit traffic, there is no GPS, no Sirius radio, so it’s me and the thunder and my CDs. I can’t wait.
LET IT ROLL……… (duh duh dee duh duh)
DOWN THE HIGHWAY (duh duh dee duh duh)
LET IT ROLL, ROll, ROLL (wicked guitar solo)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAQdbYX5oeo
So, so awesome!!
My father spent 40 years at Ford. The last 20 he was teaching service schools and got company cars. Every summer it was a convertible Mustang GT, 8 litre, guy-magnet with that amazing rumble. I would take it every chance I got….did you ever go to Woodys? I would be in the front, with the car, and a bunch of guys who were more interested in it, than me, but I didn’t care.
I am so very jealous.
My teenage dorks (16 &19) were passing by the computer when I had the picture on the monitor. Lorraine, you are now the “cool” mom and I had to wipe up the drool from the lads. Have a great trip. How long are you gone for? I always love the tales of the boys while you are gone.
“Cool mom”? My sons would set them straight in a heartbeat…
Just the weekend. You may love the tales. I have to live them.
I live it too, my dorks are only one year younger than each of yours, plus we had a nephew living with us for a year. I could feel my ovaries starting to shrivel up from lack of other women under the same roof (the cats and dogs are all fixed).