Muscle Car Dreams
I often wonder what it would be like to own a really fast muscle car. Sometimes I day dream that I’m cruising down an open stretch of road with the sun shining and my hair blowing in the wind in my convertible Ford Mustang GT. I pull up to a light and when it turns green I burn rubber for what it seems like forever then go rocketing down the road 0 to 60 in nothing flat. I Whizz past trees like there blurs in my mind figments of my imagination. Then I awake sleeping in my rusty old beast.