So the dream came to an end. I had planned to rock the stang for years to come. As fate would have it she would only make it to 95,000 miles. Her head gasket blew and without the time or space to fix her, the hardest decision had to be made. She has gone to be with others like her and it was only fitting that a rusty old man named chuck creaked his modified pickup to take her off to his shop. May she give the next person as many great times as she gave me.
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