Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat… or maybe I was just witnessing perfection. The Mustang hummed as it confidently coasted down the street. I could feel the vibration of the hefty exhaust and the subwoofer speakers through the ground on the sidewalk beneath my feet. My eyes locked onto it like magnets, being drawn to and following the snazzy car. It seemed like it was flowing in slow motion, like melted butter on a warm pan. The mustang looked like it was brand new. The sun’s rays reflected and shone off its smooth, clean, black-painted surfaces. It had chrome details and fancy rims that knew it had everyone’s attention.

“That’s a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429, bro. It’s got a 7.0-Liter Naturally Aspirated V-8 engine. And look at its exhaust. That thing is huge!” My friend Harry exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

“Such a slick car,” I said while shaking my head.

As the Mustang slowly disappeared in the distance, a sudden sense of desire rushed through my body. I wanted that car, the rumble it made, the confidence it displayed, the power it exerted, and the attention it drew. I could tell Harry was feeling the same way. We both stayed quiet as we finally walked up to my car, which was an old Buick. We both opened its embarrassingly squeaky, loud doors and hopped in. I turned the key, and the engine struggled to begin before eventually starting and pulling out onto the street. We drove in silence because I was scared to connect to my radio transmitter AUX after hearing those booming subwoofer speakers.

“Let’s go back to your house for a little bit before practice,” Harry said.

“Ok, sure,” I responded.

After a couple of minutes, we turned into my driveway. My heart dropped. At the end of the driveway, near my garage, the Mustang was still idling. I snapped my head to the side to look at Harry’s reaction. His mouth was wide open.

“Look, bro,” Harry said while pointing ahead.

When I turned the other way, I saw my dad jumping out of the car. I pulled up right next to him.

“Nice car, huh?” He said while smiling. “Decided to take the long way home to break her in.”

Harry and I looked at each other in disbelief.

“Well…” My dad said. “Take her for a spin,” and threw me the keys.

“No way…” I muttered in complete shock.

We both hopped in the car, and a sense of confidence ran through me like a fast-flowing waterfall. I revved it and listened to the purr of the engine.

“Go for afora ride! I trust you, but be careful!” My dad yelled from outside the car.

I nodded, looked at Harry, smiled, and started to back out of the driveway. This was going to be awesome.