Boss Mustang
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hafoc
"Yeah, I hear you that the stock engine is plenty, especially in the snow. And yeah, even the stock engine would be big by the standard of the old days. But two hundred horsepower wasn't enough for ME back then. Oh, no. I was running four, maybe four-fifty.
"We had a Shelby Boss Mustang. That Mustang poster over there by the parts desk? Second one down, that body style, but ours was black. It was a riot. Too much power, way too much, you couldn't keep those rear tires planted even if you tried. But we were kids, what did we care if we smoked the tires?
"It was all good until the day my brother and me rode home in the back seat of the prowl car. Cop drove the Mustang home and parked it in our driveway, Big Cop drove the prowl and parked it right behind. Dad came out of the house. Big Cop handed him the car keys, Dad said 'Thanks, I'm keeping 'em.' Handed him my license, Dad said 'Thanks, I'll keep that too. Why?'
"Big Cop said 'Oh, it's something to do with going a hundred and seventy miles per hour on the freeway.'
"Dad turns to us, waves at the Mustang, and says 'That hog ain't moving out of this driveway until it's sold.' He was good as his word, too. I never drove it again. I did end up working on 'em for a living, though."
"We had a Shelby Boss Mustang. That Mustang poster over there by the parts desk? Second one down, that body style, but ours was black. It was a riot. Too much power, way too much, you couldn't keep those rear tires planted even if you tried. But we were kids, what did we care if we smoked the tires?
"It was all good until the day my brother and me rode home in the back seat of the prowl car. Cop drove the Mustang home and parked it in our driveway, Big Cop drove the prowl and parked it right behind. Dad came out of the house. Big Cop handed him the car keys, Dad said 'Thanks, I'm keeping 'em.' Handed him my license, Dad said 'Thanks, I'll keep that too. Why?'
"Big Cop said 'Oh, it's something to do with going a hundred and seventy miles per hour on the freeway.'
"Dad turns to us, waves at the Mustang, and says 'That hog ain't moving out of this driveway until it's sold.' He was good as his word, too. I never drove it again. I did end up working on 'em for a living, though."
