This thread does not make me sick. Kaldar142 is simply one lucky guy! I had to work my b*lls off for my first junker, but so what? Who cares?

My advice to anyone who wants to listen is simple. If your parents are still around, enjoy them.

 

I've owend three cars in my time. I'm 19. All mustangs. The first was a 65 straight 6, best gas millage out of any of my stangs! But after that 65 never made the mistake of being two cylinders short of a full basket again. Bought my shelby when I was 17, wonder why those back seats fold down?[sm=icon_cheers.gif] And now the Roush has entered the picture.

 

lol.... 4.2...i love how some schools inflate grades like that.
my high school wouldnt give anything over the 4.0....so i dont get how the graduates were supposed to compete with other people from schools that give higher than a 4.0


anyways, i got a 3.8 in high school...which was really good turn around because after my freshman year i was at a 2.7 (thank god i could retake classes). I took 5 AP classes and did well in all of them. I manged to get a 3.9 in my first year of university (an extremely hard school, no time for social life during the school year). I also did summer quarter while having a full time job at the university (my parents made me...never had a job before).

I know my parents have the money to buy me that car and support me, but i am not the average brat who takes advantage of it. I know that if I want to live like this for the rest of my life, i need to work hard. I am very happy that my parents bought me this car, and I gotta say, I have been working my *** off at school to give them (any myself) and big THANK YOU.

 

If you can prove that your my son, then yes. Plus you'll need to come over and mow my grass every 2 weeks. I would have been 16 when you were born. That's more likely now than when I was 16.

 

I'm not 17, but at 28 I'm not old either.

I got my first car at 20. When my mother came to me and told me that she and my father were going to buy a car for me I was esctatic. I had been trying to figure out how to work enough while in college to pay for a car. When she asked me what kind of car I wanted, I gave her the answer I had known since I was eight: a Mustang.

They looked, and some time later my mother told me they couldn't find one at a price they could afford. So I ended up getting a 1994 Saturn SC2 automatic with 50k miles on it. I drove the hell out of that car, and loved it. I kept it eight years and put at least 90k miles on it. I can't be sure, because around 113k the odometer quit. Meanwhile I saw Mustangs driving around town almost daily. I watched them change bodystyles. I salivated at the s197 concept.

I told my ex-fiancee the only reason I stayed with her as long as I did was because I loved her 1998 manual V6 Mustang. I basically learned stick on it, well that and a 1979 Datsun 280z (which my younger brother still has). In July of 2005, my mother got a new Redfire automatic V6. She told me later she felt bad showing it to me, because I was green with envy. I just felt happy for her. It sucked that I still couldn't afford one, or any car for that matter, but that was no reason to get pissed. I had waited almost thirty years for my car, I could wait a little longer.

Meanwhile I kept dealing with the Saturn's increasing problems. She was good to me, only major repairs she needed were two replacement alternators. It was just the little things that she needed that were adding up to be more than her blue book value. When I finally got rid of her three weeks ago, she was burning oil and losing compression badly. Finally I was in a financial position to get the Mustang, and I did. Maybe I could have had a GT if I waited longer, maybe not. What I did get brings a smile to my face. The best part of owning her is not turning TCS off and dumping the clutch, it's not burning tC owners at stoplights in front of their girlfriends, it's not even getting thumbs up from anonymous people on the interstate because you drive an American icon.

It's walking up to the car, knowing it's yours.

I don't hold any negativity to you younger souls who have their cars by the grace of their parents. Good for you, I say! Love her like she deserves and she'll always bring you home. If you ever wish you had something else, go stand outside and look at her. While you do, keep this in mind:

You own the car of someone's dreams, maybe even your own.

 

[8D]This was me at sixteen. I loved that big boat

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