Please note: my day of listening to country music did not turn me into a fan. I am not rushing out to buy any Shania Twain or Garth Brooks or Faith Hill or Brooks & Dunn CDS.
Not even Toby Keith, even if he is hot. After all, what kind of man won't let his Whisky Girl drive her own damn 69 Mustang?
My husband let me drive his 2000 Mustang GT with all the go faster bits any time I wanted.
Somehow, listening to Kid Rock's song, Cowboy, was particularly fitting for that car. It sort of had the Kid Rock white trash thing going on with the loud FlowMasters and such.
Damn, I miss that car.
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