Ok, so a few weeks ago, Kelly and I were making plans to come up north for the Mid-Atlantic Regional Conference. We got our plane tickets to fly into Philadelphia and then planned to get a rental car for the week. As I looked at car rental agencies, Hertz’s site had a Mustang for about $100 more than the lowest price. We thought about renting it and then decided not to in favor of economy.

When we flew in to Philadelphia and got to the Hertz counter, the lady at the desk asked “Is it okay to give you a Mustang?” I looked around to see if there were hidden cameras around. Yeah… So, as I left the counter and went outside to meet Kelly, she asked me “are we going to drive that Mustang over there?” Yes, I said matter of factly. She looked at me confused and curious, waiting for me to crack a smile. “Are you serious?” So, I put the luggage in the trunk.

Our fantasy that week came to pass as we drove the Mustang down to the Cheseapeke Bay and then through the hills of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. We stopped at the Herr’s Foods factory for a chip and pretzel making tour and then headed to my parents’ for Thanksgiving. It seemed so superficial, but that car brought so much fun and excitement. I can’t imagine that week without the Mustang.

Vvvvroom, vrooom