by Janeal Mulaney

Created on: January 08, 2011   Last Updated: January 09, 2011

Mustang

My first car was a nineteen eighty Mustang; it was so beautiful I couldn’t imagine being the owner of it. It was baby blue in color and four on the floor. No power steering or brakes just as bare as it could be. I received the down payment for my graduation present, two months before I turned eighteen. With just three weeks before graduation, I couldn’t wait to take it to high school to show it off to all of my friends. I awoke to a cloud filled sky and rain hammering down. My car would be muddy before I could even show it off, but that was not going to stop me from enjoying my new beautiful baby. So, much to my mother’s despair, I slid beneath the steering wheel and took off. Jeez, I’d been driving for over two years through rain, sleet, snow, and ice packed roads, what was the difference.

Looking back, I’m sure it had something to do with the Mustang being a sports car, but it didn’t even have a big engine just a little three-o-two under the hood. I mean how fast could it really go and how much trouble could I really get into with a tiny engine like that.

Not much that first day, I was just too excited to drive it. I wrote to a friend of mine about getting the car of my dreams, and how much I loved my little new baby, he wrote me back not to get too attached, because sooner or later something would happen to it and he didn’t want me broken hearted. I should have driven those miles to pound him into the ground. Two days later I was in the insurance office putting full coverage on my car. I walked out with my sister following me in her car.

I’d backed out of the parking spot and my sister was right behind me when a Sears’ semi-truck had to back out of the alley. He didn’t see or hear my little mustang even with me honking. I tried to back up but I couldn’t without hitting my sister. Who apparently had forgotten what R stood for on her dash? So my little Mustang was back up into by a Sears’ truck. My sister isn’t real good under pressure she tends to freak out to say the least. After that it was like the truck driver left a sign behind that I couldn’t see. The sign read, ‘Hit Me Please’. Of course being a young driver I did my own share of damage to my poor baby. I thought it was the best car out on the road and I could go anywhere I wanted with it.

Truthfully it was true too, my Mustang took several hills that people told me my car couldn’t make it

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