New whip, new style.As of March 4, I will no longer be taking the trolley to work anymore. Instead, I will be taking the car my sister gave me, her cherried out 1966 Mustang. I re-named it Sonic, after Sonic the Hedgehog, because it's blue and white. But dude, this thing has a sound from the engine that can start earthquakes!She gave it to me as a late Christmas present, and at this point, it could have been an early birthday present. I'll also post a pic so you guys can adore my sweet ride. So the story goes that a dad rebuilt this car from SCRATCH from the junkyard for his 16 year old son. Only problem is, when he showed his son the newly rebuilt car, the kid said he wanted a truck instead. So my sister ended up obtaining it for 3K dollars, fucking sweet deal! Anyway, she said she'd get me a car last Christmas, but it never happened, until she handed me the keys today and made me drive the car to Subway to get her some food during her lunch break. People give you some interesting looks in a Mustang. One guy in a Civic pulled up to me at a red-light and revved his engine, and I full-bored my engine just to piss him off, letting the thing steep at 6500 RPM. The guy look shit-faced when I did that! After work, I drove to my old school right as students were getting out, and people were crowding around my car like I was a fucking celebrity. I told everyone to back up, revved the engine again (I actually scared the administrator walking by! tee hee), and people went nuts for that sound. Even the speedometer claims the car can hit 140, which another reason why I re-named it Sonic. I might have a shitty job, but this car totally makes up for it! Andrew " '66 Mustang's are instant chick magnets, and male pride killers" |
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