A co-worker of my mother gave me a 68 Mustang when I was a senior in highschool. She said if I could get it out of her drive way I could have it. I was able to bump start it with a friend and drove it home. It was rough but, I was able to fix it up pretty nice, and put a nice stereo in it. It was a straight 6 with a 3 speed transmission. I drove that car back and forth to College for a year, which was about a 120 miles. I used to talk to her all the time, you know like" come on baby just get me home one more time" That car never let me down. Anyway, I walked out of the dorm one day and saw a crowd gathered around the parking lot, some idiot had plowed into my parked car and totaled it!! Man was I pissed, I planned and plotted on how I could fuck that guy up for a long time, people had to actually talk me out of doing some crazy shit. I loved that car and in an instant it was gone
. I have had many other cars since then, but you always remember your first