Several months ago, my daughter sent me a picture of a Playboy Pink 66 coupe, saying she thought it looked beautiful and she would drive a mustang if it looked like that. Now, I have had my coupe since before she was born, and while it didn’t always run (it mostly didn’t run), it’s always been around, taking up space somewhere, but she was never really interested in it. When her younger brother started high school, he said it would be cool if he could drive it to prom if we got it fixed up, and I was on it. Even through all that, she was never really interested. She did appreciate how it was looking nice as I was putting it together, but not really into it. So when she sent that picture, I saw my opening.
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