I guess our test drive of a ’94 Mustang was a little too spirited.
HT: Winding Road. We didn’t crach anything, but the spontaneous icy patches made it interesting, in a “Family Foods Fiat flashing before your eyes” kind of way. Vanderhyde Mckimmy (the predecessor dealer) was way cooler about shit like tree rash.

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