A faster horse
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My father let me have his creme colored Mustang from age 14 on. That was in Germany where driving was prohibited under age 18. That was when he took the keys from me.
Age 14, when there were still borders in Europe, I took my friends across for ski trips on Austrian slopes. Dad told me how to drive in the everglades early on. In Washington DC he let me do the driving, got out of the car and said: “Meet you at the hotel.”
Today’s Mustang looks like a toy car. Why shouldn’t it? It is a toy, now isn’t it? It would make for a desirable EV and be something to look forward to.