My stang

It's falling apart.
It's a piece of crap.
It's blue.
I love it.
I can see myself driving far far far away in that thing. Away from this town. This state. Maybe even this country. (although i think the only countries you can drive to are canada and mexico. unless well you have a submarine car...and lets face it...who can afford one of those????)
My stang.
it's just a small thing but means so much. Freedom....broken bones...if a car wreck is involved.
music, bug guts. everything. I want to drive away.