Personal Narrative Muscle Car

THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR Muscle cars are just another of my passions and with widened eyes I inspected Gary’s sweet ride before he drove off. My thoughts wandered back to when I was 15 years old and was running an errand for my Mom. I happened to pass Montague’s Auto Body Shop on Pleasantville Road on my way to Daitch Shopwell in the Chilmark Shopping Center. In the lot of the body shop sat a 1967 gray Mustang hard top with a for sale sign in its windshield. The leather material on the seats were original and dyed red. The rest of the interior, including the dashboard, door panels and carpeting was jet black in color. There was only one problem. Larry, the shop owner, wanted $1,500 for the car and I only had $800 in my savings account and that was to go towards my college education. Afraid that the Mustang would quickly be sold, I hustled my butt to the grocery store and shopped for everything on the list Mom had given me. I tried to run just as fast on my way back home but carrying three grocery bags slowed me down. Not to mention that one bag ripped opened and its contents spilled onto Pleasantville Road. I dodged a few cars while picking up rolling

My parents were recently divorced and my father was living in Peekskill with my brothers. I was lying in bed thinking of my birthday when my father walked into my room. He was there to ask me what I wanted to do for my birthday. It was a tradition in our family that the birthday boy would ask to be taken somewhere or do something that was special in some way or another to him. My brothers are New York Giant football fans and since their birthdays fell on months during the National Football League season, they usually chose to attend a Giant game. My father was a rugby fan when he was a boy in Ireland and learned to love American football. It was an easy transition for him because both games are rugged so he was more than happy to grant their birthday