Time Machine

If you think only a DeLorean can be a time machine, you’re completely wrong.

Without strapping in or pushing a single button, this mid-60s Mustang propelled me back to early 1983.

It happened in the very instant that I walked by a vintage Ford hiding in plain sight. Before I knew it, I was back in Illinois riding shotgun in a circa 1965 car that had no business being on the road.

I had a high school chum with very little money and even less sense who thought that owning a “classic” would enhance his life. By emptying his bank account of money that he earned at the rate of $3.35 per hour, he learned a valuable lesson.

Luckily I learned the same lesson as a passenger instead of as an owner of a 17-year-old jalopy.

When you finally understand that buying someone else’s problems is a bad idea, you’re well on your way to adulthood.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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