When I was around five years old, my Grandparents got a divorce. I had no idea what that meant and I'd only seen them together a couple of times previously, so it didn't matter much to me.

Grandma who was probably in her mid-fourties then, shows up one summer to pickup my older brother and I and take us to California to spend the summer with her. She had a shiny new car so we didn't have to worry about breaking down or getting too hot out in the desert. For the next several years, the three of us did a lot of things together and traveled in that car. What I learned is that "We like Mustangs" even if they're not the "real thing." Even Farrah Faucett drove a Cobra Mustang II on Charlie's Angels and she was the sexiest person alive at that time. That car was repeatedly promised to my older brother and that it would be his birthday present on his sixteenth birthday. It was an empty promise though as ten years later for his birthday, she stiffed him and gave the car to her daughter instead. Heartbreak, but we still like Mustangs!