Meet Sally

I remember my dad proudly showing me pictures of his first muscle car when I was young (I believe a Plymouth Barracuda). The pictures were from the 70’s so they had that faded, worn look. He bragged of the cement blocks in his brother’s car placed there to keep the backend from hopping when goosing it off the line.

My first car, a 1996 Geo Metro, wouldn’t have been able to take off with cement blocks in the back. “The Turd”, as it was affectionately known, served me well through high school and college, but was not something to proudly show a son in an effort to prove you were once cool.

I have always had a thing for Mustangs, especially red. Thursday, I became a proud owner of a red Mustang, which from now on will be referred to as Sally, on this blog and other corners of the interwebs. It’s been crummy weather so I haven’t taken all the great photos that I want to have yet but hopefully this week I’ll get a chance. Here is a shot from Thursday that I took with my iPhone.