If I have a heart attack and die, you will know why…

If I have a heart attack and die, you will know why…

If I have a heart attack and die, you will know why…

I have listed my car on Craigslist.

I sort of can’t believe that I did it.

But I did.

It is time to let her go, time to sell her to someone that will love her as much as I have…someone that will drive her and feel that giddiness you get when you put it to the floor and GO.

I love my car. I seriously do.

I just know it is time.

I am in no way saying that I am not going to cry my eyes out, maybe for days after I sell her. I will, it’s nearly guaranteed. She has been in my life for 12 years now.


I bought her when I was in a period in my life that I needed a focus. I needed something to help me regain who I was. I had a few lost years before that when I was transitioning my whole life. Going from a divorce, to a really bad and verbally abusive relationship, to moving here.

I was in a good place, and was learning who I really was, being who I really wanted to be. I quit smoking, learned how to work a computer and bought a 67 Mustang.

I still don’t smoke, I am making the computer my future career, and I am saying goodbye to part of my life that has brought me much joy, but is a hobby that I have grown past.

I have been to a million car shows, I have met so many amazing people, and I have had some really serious fun.

One of my best friends in the world today was thanks to me having my car. I never would have met her if I hadn’t been involved with Mustangs.

That is a gift I will never take for granted. I am so blessed. If that were the only thing that I had gained from owning a classic car, it would be so much more that I ever could have hoped for.

When I first bought the car, I bought it because I was enamored, she was the most beautiful machine I had ever seen, and once I got behind the wheel…once I smelled the exhaust and stomped on the gas, I was done for, I was in love.

I had never really been a car girl. I mean I could appreciate a hot guy driving by in an older restored car of pretty much any type, but I never envisioned myself bent over the engine of a car changing the spark plugs, or putting a steering wheel on by myself.

But I did.

My car taught me that I  can indeed do anything that I set my mind to. That I am smart. That I can do pretty much anything a man can do, with success. With pride.


It made me who I am today. I know that I have said, “she is just a car”…

But she is a spectacular car, that has indeed changed me for the better.

It has been an experience that has brought me closer to my Dad. It is a love that we both share. The love affair isn’t over, it’s just going to be different.

The life I live now, and will be living in the future is different than it was when I bought the car from my dad way back in 2001.

Pretty much every thing is different. That’s life. It changes, it evolves, it moves on.

It is time for me to do the same.

I don’t have the time, I don’t have the money, I don’t have the lust that I used to have for her. That is what makes me know it is time. She deserves more than that. She deserves to be loved more than I am loving her. She deserves to be driven.

It’s what any good Mustang owner does, when she knows it is time to spread the love…even though my heart will break a little in the process…even though I will cry like a baby for an undefined amount of time after she drives down the road, her fate being in someone else’s hands.

For now, she is still parked in my garage…for a little longer, she is still mine.

For a little longer, she is still the coolest thing about me…

I just hope I can do it.

I hope I can stop crying.

I hope I can find her someone to love her at least half as much as I have.

16 thoughts on “If I have a heart attack and die, you will know why…

  1. nan @ lbddiaries

    Wow. That’s what happens when I have to play catch-up reading all the posts I’m behind on. I’m now afraid to read on just in case it sells in the next post. Yikes! It’s hard to let go but like you said, you don’t have the lust for it you used to have so…

  2. Roger

    I know how it feels to have to let go of a car that has been important in your life. Back in the early 90s I had to part with my 69 Camaro, one which I restored while in my late teens/early 20s. It would be a very valuable car today, but the truth was that I needed the cash back then to move ahead in my life. Move ahead I did, and someone else has the car today I’m sure. I memorised the serial number so I would always be able to track it down but I have never tried. Today, as a middle aged man I have a 68 Firebird, which is a nice ride and is way faster than my Camaro was, but will never be as special as that car, because I took it from a rusting chassis in a field to a sleek shiny street machine. Then there are the memories. Ah, the memories. I still have those. Ultimately, a car is only stuff though. You can always get more stuff. Hold in to those memories.

    1. The Redneck Princess Post author

      In some ways I don’t want to sell her Tom. I do love her so much, but sometimes in life it is time to move on to different things, it just feels like it is that time for me. Besides that, there are lots of beautiful cars out there that one day in the future might need a good home :)

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