How cool is that?

My Sweetie gave me a brand new bright red 1990 Ford Mustang, V8, 5.0, 5 speed for our 24th anniversary. He knew exactly the kind of car I loved. In the early 90's if someone asked what kind of car I drove I could say "I drive that red Mustang". Everyone knew the car. Over the years it lost it's bright red and lost alhoooot of the attention it used to get. Last fall we painted it bright red again. Since I've owned it I have loved to drive up West Hill. It is so cool to hit the bottom of the hill in third gear and goose it as you cut through the center of the curve in the road. You hit fourth gear just as you get to the top of the hill. Of course you are speeding, but the windows are down, the pipes sound good and you can feel all the power; it is so much fun. I have never gotten stopped for speeding there in all these years. Well, tonight, I came up the hill as I always do and came home and parked at the house. After a while, the doorbell rung and it was a police officer. He said they had a complaint of me driving up the hill to fast. I said how do you know it was me? He said "the person complaining said it was "that red Mustang". How cool is that? The police officer knew what car they were talking about. Oh, I did get a warning to slow down. But dang, they said it was "that red Mustang". Too cool.