This was my favorite vehicle that we owned. It was a 1985 Mustang GT and it was mine! I remember the day Jason drove it up to the bank where I worked. At that time, it was silver, not white. It wasn't brand-new. It had belonged to someone else for about three or four months. But I knew the minute I saw it, I wanted it.
That car served us faithfully for many years. I remember us being packed like sardines in it when Colt and my nephew, Trey, were babies. They were three months apart. We would go shopping (and sometimes grocery shopping) with me driving, and either my mom or sister-in-law, Missy, in the passenger seat. Then we had one baby on one side, the other one on the other side and either my mom or Missy in between them (they would trade off). On top of that, it was only two doors and it was a 5-speed. So you can imagine how hard it was getting two babies in and out of the car especially with packages and all! But we did it! We looked like cool mamas, I guess! Or we might of looked like the Beverly Hillbillies somedays! :) We even had a bag phone for our car; anyone remember those?
The paint started chipping on it and my cousin that does body work, repainted it white for us, and I really liked that color even more! We drove that car for a total of eight years and decided we needed more of a family car with four doors. We sold it and got us a 1993 Buick LeSabre and it felt huge and so luxurious, but it didn't take me long to miss my cool Mustang with power! :)
Many times since then, I've missed that ole' car! No other car has given me the same feeling that car gave me. And I can't tell you how many times Colt has asked, "Why in the world did you sell that car? Why weren't you thinking of your future children? Did you not realize that we would want that car, especially your son?"
And to be honest with you, I wish we had.