Buying cars Part 1
Sitting there with my pops and Baz, I glance up and see the sun setting behind the JC Penny store at the Deptford Mall. Calm on the outside, maintaining my cool, my mind is racing with ideas and possibilities of what I would do with the car.
This was try number five. I had made journeys to Delaware, New York, and other places in New Jersey in hopes of finding THE car. I had seen GTs, LX convertibles…all fox bodies so far. This one was different; it was an SN95 — a term whose definition I did not know until after I bought my car, but one that referred to Mustangs made between 1994 and 1999. None of the ones I had seen so far were right for me. They were either beat up, too expensive, or the owner was a dick. This felt different. Not only was the owner a chick, but the car was completely stock. Additionally, for the first time…the car was local too.
I always knew I wanted a Mustang. Ok, maybe I’m lying…initially I wanted a Supra, because I thought they looked cool. I then wanted a Trans-Am ever since I saw an episode of Knight Rider. I watched too much TV when I was young. After I grew up and actually got my driver’s license, I began to consider my car choice a bit more seriously. I knew I had to have a V8 at some point in my life, I just did not know which one. There was something about the throaty tone that the V8 emitted, something raw and powerful…yet pleasant.
I was driving my parents home from Doylestown, where they were visiting some friends, and obviously I had to DD. There is a red light on Street Road at the Bensalem intersection where I see a Camaro and a Mustang lined up next to each other. They rev at each other playfully before they started heating up their tires right there and then. What were they thinking? They were just doing a burnout on a major road at 10:00 at night with cars behind them. I must have been tired, because right after that thought went through my head it clicked that they were just going to have a race right then and there. The light turned green and they both hit the gas as hard as they could. The Camaro went sideways, the Mustang got its front wheels a few inches in the air..and before I knew it, they were gone.
I did not remember that race until I saw this for-sale ad on gdr: http://forums.godragracing.com/viewtopic.php?t=26817
I was looking for a car to buy at the time, and this was candidate number five. (note: the pictures may no longer work, and I don’t think I saved them, but I will look)
I looked at my cell phone and saw that it was nearing 8:00pm. I looked at my dad and Baz with a “she’ll be here soon” look on my face. Cool and collected…yep that was me.
to be continued…