I don't think there is a day(or a moment) that goes by I Don't wish I was ripping rubber on the road in my stang. I feel the same way I did when I get in my car and hear the exhaust when I rev the engine. My pulse goes up, I begin to tremble, and I can feel my heart beat in my chest. I grin, because In my neighborhood, there is another stang follower who always gives me thumbs up, or we rev up at each other when we pass by. I have never exchanged words with him, but were best friends, just because of that. Its a passion about ones car... NO!!! An obsession about it, that make us a unified group of individuals who are proud to show your cars off, and fight the fight against evil(a.k.a ricers). We may not have the biggest, baddest, V8's on the road, but dammit, we can say were part of an elite group, that bring us together right here everyday. Kudos, to you whether you drive a 65' fastback, 94' GT, 79' boss, 88' hatchback, o4' cobra, or an 08' GT500. Your all a brother or sister to me.

God Bless America