100 Confessions: Mustang

(60) In high school, my dad and I rebuilt a '67 Ford Mustang. What that really means is I held the flashlight. My dad would be working on it everyday when I came home from school and I would try to help, but I always ended up doing something wrong or just, well, getting bored (in all fairness, my dad did give me stuff too do that wasn't AS cool as some of the stuff he did). I would sometimes escape to watch Babylon 5 instead. Both my parents made me feel guilty about it. I wanted to say, "hey look at this show! In the future, nobody's working on cars. It's not a part of the Earth Alliance arsenal!"

Once finished I drove the wheels off it. Not literally, but almost. I ended up blowing a head gasket and tried to drive home to work on it. Not smart. Smoke from under the hood, the front of the car, the back of the car. Now it's dead. Sitting in my dad's barn. Waiting to be brought back to life again someday.