In 1979 I turned 16 and my dad bought a 1972 Ford Mustang - from a JUNK YARD ...for $500!! It was rusted in several places & the junk yard was the proper place for it! - but! - my dad worked at a prison, & he got the car into the prison work shop & the inmates worked on the car from headlights to tailights... and after a couple months, it came out looking BRAND SPANKING NEW! It was a light metallic green with dark green interior. Man, I loved that car!
Until some B**** in an R/V crashed along side of it & tore it all to ****.

And the b**** didn't even STOP to see if I was OK or anything!!! (I was, but the car was completely totaled!

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To this day, I hope the car gods curse her every single day of her life with dead batteries and broken cables and irreplaceable parts!
