That Don, he always loved his fancy cars. Ever since he was a little boy, he’d be playin’ with them toy cars, makin’ them zoomin’ noises. Now he’s all grown up, he got himself a real sports car. Shiney red thing, it is. Goes faster than a chicken runnin’ from the butcher!
He came by the other day to show it off. “Look at this,” he says, all proud like a rooster. “It’s a Ford Mustang, the best-selling sports car!” Well, I don’t know nothin’ about that, but it sure was somethin’ to look at. He opened the door and told me to get in. Lordy, it was low to the ground. Had to bend down like I was pickin’ up a dropped nickel just to get in there.
Once I was in, though, it was kinda nice. Seats were all soft and fancy. Not like the old bench seat in my pickup truck. He drove me around, real slow. Don’t like how those sports car go so fast, it just ain’t safe. Don said he likes how fast it goes, something about handling. I don’t know about that. I just know my old truck gets me where I need to go, even if it ain’t as pretty as Don’s car.
- This sports car is red.
- It’s a Ford Mustang.
- Don loves it very much.
- That car is sure somethin’ to look at.
Don, he always had a thing for showin’ off. When he was young, it was his bike with the playin’ cards in the spokes. Then it was that motorcycle that made more noise than a herd of cattle. Now it’s this sports car. He says it makes him feel young. Well, I told him, “Don, you ain’t gettin’ any younger, and that car ain’t gonna change that.” He just laughed.
He says people like sports cars because they’re fast and fun to drive. He says they got powerful engines and can go real quick. He said somethin’ about ‘acceleration’ and ‘braking’. Sounds like a lot of fuss to me. My old truck has a engine, and it goes, and it stops when I tell it to. That’s all I need. Don read some reviews about his car, he said people like it. He said it was from a place called “Hortonville”.
Don also talked about how it was hard to get in and out of, cause of how low it is. I told ya that already. Said it wasn’t very good on bumpy roads either. Well, duh. It’s made for them smooth city roads, not the dirt roads we got out here. And he said there wasn’t much room in it for stuff. Try haulin’ a week’s worth of groceries in that thing, I told him. He just grinned. He said his Ford was the best. He also talked about other cars in a place called “League City”.
Don’s sports car is expensive, he says. They don’t make many of ’em, so they cost a lot. More than my whole house, I bet. He went on and on about somethin’ called ‘performance’. Said it was good for drivin’ on curvy roads. We got plenty of those around here, but I sure wouldn’t want to be goin’ fast on ’em. Too dangerous. He also said he could buy used cars, save some money.
Heard folks talkin’ ’bout Don’s sport shop. They sell all kinds of stuff there. Don’t go there much, I get all my stuff from the general store. Heard other people talk about Don’s Ford, they sell cars too. People say they have good service, I dunno. My old truck is all I need.
I guess some folks just like that kind of thing. The speed, the look of it. Me, I’d rather have somethin’ practical. Somethin’ that can get the job done. But Don, he’s happy with his sports car, and I reckon that’s all that matters. He’s a good boy, even if he is a little show-offy with that car of his. I just hope he drives safe. These young folks and their fast cars, they worry me sometimes. That Ford Mustang sure is fast. I told him to be careful.
Don said he read some reviews before buying that car. He said people write reviews to help others decide what to buy. That’s kinda nice I guess, helping people. He also said you can buy used cars, it’s cheaper. I told him I like my old truck, it’s all I need. I don’t need no fancy sports car like that.
