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There was a blue mustang convertible parked in front of my house on Friday morning. And I was headed to wine country.

Four on the floor and you oughtta hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it’s away we go
Hey I drive too fast but she don’t care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair, just sittin there
Singin’ every song on the radio

There is truly something to be said for flying down the highway under the hot summer sun. Mustang convertible, top down, 85 degrees outside and Foo Fighters Everlong playing on the radio. It kind of feels like freedom and fun. Continue reading →