Road Trip

My first bit of freedom

I was driving a 1967 Mustang coupe before I was diagnosed with a spinal cord tumor. I have not driven it since. It took a long time for me to drive at all, I spoke about it in an earlier blog. I was finally at a point to where I could drive alone in my city, with my family. So my husband bought me a 2002 Mustang last fall. It's a coupe also. Very small and kinda beat up, but he rides very nice, especially on the open road. Yes, I loved him immediately.Driving on an open road to the sunI started looking on line for stuff for my car, and reading up on information since it has been so long since I even looked at a car. In return, I started recieving emails from Mustang parts stores, etc. I received an email in March about Ford Mustang's 50th birthday. There was to be a celebration on both the East coast (Charlotte, NC) and West coast (Las Vegas) simultaneously in April, and it was starting with a pony drive from Norman, OK. Along the way people could join the ride in certain cities. One of the cities was Asheville, NC. I live pretty close  to Asheville. The drive from Asheville to Charlotte is only a couple of hours. I could do that.

My husband didnt want to go. My hero was not feeling well himself and he just didn't think he would feel good on a trip like that. I thought hard for about 1 second. I had to go! When would I ever be able to do something like this again? What if I wake up and can't walk like 2 days later? Every day I have to wonder. Every day I have a spinal cord tumor. It hurts, I deal with it. I'm getting worn out. I have to go. I want to see the Mustangs. I want to be in Charlotte. I called my oldest son, a Chevy lover. He said he would go with me.

It was incredible! Seeing all the Mustangs in Asheville and mine was the ugly duckling; but I was so proud of it anyway because he got me there, and he was surrounded by Cobras , GT's , Shelby's, the classics. One more beautiful than the next. The ride to Charlotte was so awesome. Having a bunch of Mustangs on the road at one time. One group moving on and then another catching up. I guess we didn't do too bad because we were among the first to arrive in Charlotte. I never went over 90 mph, I promise. Even going down the mountain, with my son yelling that I was trying to kill him.

Once at Charlotte we were given the treat of being able to take a lap on the track! What an experience. More cars to see, I think my son even gained a new respect for the Ford Mustang. We had a great trip, but  we did stay one night and drove home the next day. The celebration for Ford was all weekend long, but I just wanted to go for the ride, and oh what a great ride!