Michael J Foxbody

1991

Ford

Mustang

Black as your soul

it has a real big package

The car was born where other than America. It grew up in a tough neighborhood, hung around the wrong crowd, took its share of beatings but gave out more beatings than it took. Somewhere in the mid 90's things got real weird for the car. Started experiencing changes, growing things in weird places and started to sound a little different. Voice got lower, meaner, shed some weight, got faster and even got some new paint and new shoes. Women started to look! Other cars started to take notice. Then the 2000s came along and by the looks of it, spent most its time sitting.

Arizona was where it wound up by this point. Getting blasted by the hot ass heat. Got a nice stereo at this point, and made its way recently to Oregon where it did what people do to cars they dont know anything about. It sat. But it did get a nice paintjob touched up.

Then it came to who it was supposed to be with all along. Me. Big Murph, the destroyer of clutch quadrants and shredder of the gears. Hopefully this one is built a little better then the ones back in high school because I got plans....

A supercharged 5.0

sweet blue tooth and a great sound system

yup

4 of em actually.