Talk about your speed bump!
Going from a fire-engine-red, ’68 Mustang 2×2 to a blue, 4-door ’65 Dodge Dart was traumatic, almost as traumatic as merging with freeway traffic from a dead start while driving a slant-6.
I wonder what happened to the guy who drove that Mustang?
He didn’t show up even after the divorce. Guess, he wouldn’t cross that line and got left behind.
Sometimes I think I glimpse him in the rearview mirror.