I got a call a couple of days ago from a kid in town, said he thought he saw my Cobra at a car lot and stopped to have a look at it.
Sure enough it was Shug. She came all the way back to Lexington. He was evidently the guy that bought her the day we traded her in.
I stopped in today on my way home from town, even though the car wasnt there. I told the guy that I heard he had a Cobra, he looked a little tenative and then I gave him my name and grinned at him. He grinned all over, told me he was glad to meet me and we went in and talked about the car.
It seems that his daughter, a little redhead just turned 15. *sigh* She has loved Mustangs since she was 4 and he got this for her birthday. She evidently has always wanted one and he wanted her first car to be one.
I told him the story of Kristen, he assured me his daughter is a careful, good little driver - bla bla bla *cough* whatever. He then added that she doesn't much like the 5 speed and that she has been less than enthusiastic about it since she got it so he is going to get her a "school car". There IS a God in heaven!
But, he tells me that they are keeping it. They have it all primped and preened and tucked away for the winter and even told me that I could come and drive it any time I want.
Uh huh.... I'm thinking.... maybe not.
Oh yea, and he told me her name is Brook Lynn - they are going to get an eyebrow decal cut to put on the windshield with her name on it...
Up until then, I was doing ok. I made my excuses got the hell out of there before I said something I shouldnt have.
KJK