A few years ago I received my dream car, a dark blue 1967 Ford Mustang with a 302 V-8 engine. Every time I turned the key I was able to hear that engine purr just like a kitten resting on your lap and could feel the glass packs, upgraded mufflers that cause the engine’s sound to amplify, rumble the seats and just add to that lovely sound that could be heard up to a mile away, which I’m sure the neighbors didn’t like. The best feeling I could have was when I was on the back roads far from my house, which was usually free of any traffic for miles. That is when my pony could let loose and unleash the stallion hidden under the hood. The most enjoyment I got was whenever one or more of my friends were riding with me and I was able to see their faces light up when we hit 120 or higher. No matter how bad my day was it was enough to brighten my whole day. One day I decided to drive my cousin B.J. home from our grandma’s house in Ontario, Oregon. While I was warming up the car my younger cousin and B.J.s little brother Jessie asked if he could come with us and I said, “Sure, the more the merrier.” It had been a particularly long day of visiting with the family and both of my cousins couldn’t agree with me more. On the way back to B.J.’s place I thought, “Hey as long as he lives on the back roads I might as well have a little fun with them in the car.” During the first corner I floored the gas going into the turn and we swerved around at a ninety degree angle and they both couldn’t stop laughing and it seemed like they were having a blast. So on the next corner I did the same thing but added a little more flair by switching to neutral really quick and revving up the engine and then quickly switching back to first to get going again. Unfortunately for me I was not used to this particular part of the back roads but I didn’t really care at the time because B.J. said there was a very long straight away just ahead of us. I decided to stop the car and act like I...
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