The drive out to the Stewart mansion was exhilarating. It was a drive which became an effort to ditch the news crews who seemed bent on following our every move. With that in mind I decided we needed something faster to drive. So, the first thing we did was head back to my place and select some iron that would be considerably more agile. We slipped into the old red-brick rambling wreck for a building I called home, slid into the parking garage on the ground floor, and bailed out of the SS. Our choice for a getaway car was a 580 horse Shelby Mustang 500. Midnight blue with white stripes running down the hood and roof line.
Yeah, I collect old muscle cars. But I’ve already admitted that. I love ’em all. I’m not a prude. The new hardware out today is as sweet as the old. As sweet and much be
