From the time I got my license up until three years ago, I drove Mustangs because they harken back to a time when cars had character and cool names such as Dart, Hawk, and Fury. Wouldn't you know it, just as I'm finally getting used to driving my humble but sturdy Subaru Outback around Missoula, today I spied a sky-blue vintage Mustang coasting down the road in the full glory of a sunny summer afternoon. It brought back fond memories and made me think for a moment that I should replace the one I shed. On further reflection, though, I recognized that such models are fairly useless when the weather gets cold and the terrain grows rough. I need something for all seasons, and now I've got it, so I waved the Mustang goodbye and pointed myself home.
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