No skin off my nose; I SAID it looked terrible. I’m more curious why you felt it necessary to repeat that; Was it that the cool kids wouldn’t let you sit with them, or are you still expressing your anger at your Daddy for beating you? Or did you mean the 1968 Mustang, in which case, thank you very much for your high praise, but you should see what it looks like once its stylized.
Wow, you certainly read a lot that wasn’t there into my small response. I have a moderate OCD and I hate the mixing of upper and lower case letters within a word. There was no intended insult to you.
As for the rest of your comments, I had a great group of friends I hung out with and really never cared if anyone thought we were cool or not. My father never beat me and sometimes I had it coming, and he died at the ripe old age of 43 from cancer. After working for a year after high school, I bought a new 64 1/2 Mustang. I was forced to sell it after a year - Uncle Sam had other plans for me - and I miss it to this day.
So, don’t quit your day job. Your attempt at psychoanalysis amounts to a pile of meadow muffins.