My daughter has been dreaming of getting a Mustang. She knows every body style of the Mustang from 1965 until now. She's getting her license next week, and I've been searching for a used car for her for a month. I kept trying to steer her away from Mustangs since they're more expensive. I kept showing her car after car, and she didn't like any of them. She finally got to the point where she was ready to get a Hyundai. We saw one yesterday, but the lot was closed. I planned to go there today to buy it.
I went home and looked on Craigslist one more time, for the heck of it. I typed in Mustang, and up popped a new listing, a reasonably-priced used 1998 Mustang with no picture. I e-mailed the owner and asked for pictures. I was pretty shocked to open his return e-mail and see a beautiful black Mustang convertible. The best part was it was really close to home, so we jumped in the car to go see it. I talked to her and my younger daughter about keeping a poker face while we're there, not to look too interested.
We took it for a ride with the top down, fell in love with the thing instantly. She did so good keeping her composure while I made the deal with the owner. As soon as we agreed on the price, the owner went inside the house to get the paperwork. My daughter than rushed at me, nearly knocked me down, and gave me a huge, huge hug and started crying, outloud crying, loud outloud crying. I saw the family inside the house looking out the window at us. They watched us, and the daughter in the house said, "I think she's crying." That was one of the best moments I have ever had in my life, watching her dream come true.
I'm taking it to my mechanic Wednesday. He could tell me I made a huge mistake buying it, but I don't care. That moment was worth it, even if it's going to cost me.