A year ago, it was just your usual red Mustang. Thousands of 'em just like it everywhere.
Then something happened...
They say cars have personalities, the "will to win," or what have you. Lots of folks name their cars, certain that they can tell she's a "Sally" or "Eleanor" after seeing it up on the lift. I've always named my cars too, but this one named itself.
I toyed with calling it "Nelly," as in, "Whoa Nelly!" Or maybe "Red Dragon." But no way, Jose'. This car wasn't having any mule-related or Far Eastern names. The more I drove, the more it became apparent. Especially what with all those foreign gas guzzler SUVs sporting "support our troops" ribbons, my own relatives having served overseas, and the influx of imported sport compacts.
I would show support the best way I could - by driving American Metal.
This Fourth of July weekend, the rockets' red glare will be reflected in the shine of RedFire paint and stainless steel exhaust tips. Let Freedom Roar!