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I play a game with license plates where I find words.  I’ve never found my “name”, and today I just did.  A Mustang is my favorite muscle car, too. I bet I’m going to see it everywhere now. 

I remember the first time I rode in a GT Mustang.  I became a member of the YMCA in high school and when I wasn't studying, I was exercising.  One day I arrived at the Y, the bumblebee yellow Mustang was there, too; I always got a butterfly when that happened.  The driver was a senior at the rival high school; I was a sophomore, and I knew of him through someone I knew at my high school who played baseball, too, and Matt worked with his best friend's girlfriend.  He and I were only just ever randomly together in the same gym.  We would exchange an occasional wave, and one day on his accord there was more than a wave.  I cannot remember if it happened at the water fountain or at the pull down machine.  I cannot even remember any of my words besides "Yes" to his invitation for a ride in his car.  He was a gentleman; it was after my workout, and I wasn’t driving yet. I was sweating in his passenger seat; I told him, he didn't miss a beat.  It was a sweet ride- around a few blocks and quickly down a drag of a main street- I will always remember. I was genuinely thrilled by a moment I never anticipated.  I was not disappointed; he was a perfect crush.        

I remember when I got my first car:
It lost the windshield, but it is still with me today.



My favorite thing to see on a car to date has been a Christmas tree.  The moment was a gift to witness.  I laughed and laughed #andlaughed.  Here I am looking in the rear view mirror to see if the plastic bag I rolled over didn’t stick to my car.  Can you imagine not seeing the Christmas tree in the rear view mirror? 


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