Turner sat behind the steering wheel of another one of his prized collections. This time it was a white-with-blue-stripes 2016 Shelby 350 GT Mustang convertible. The same color configuration to match his other Shelby GT 350, the almost fifty-year-old fastback he bought years earlier. The same car. Built by the same organization. But the difference in performance was generational in nature. It was like comparing a go-cart with an Indy 500 race car.
He and Frank were running down State Highway 16, parallel with the Brown River, with the convertible top down, the side windows rolled up, and just a touch of wind blowing through their hair. The countryside zipping past them was mostly farmland of rolling fields of freshly cut wheat, or tall stands of sorghum, or patches of forest land filled w
