I never thought I'd miss my car this much. Yesterday I was in a parking lot, walking to my grandma rental, and I heard a Mustang. I immediately looked up and around for it. I spotted it. It wasn't mine. Today, as I was working away in my office (which is on the ground level), I heard a Mustang. I immediately looked out the window to see if it was mine. It wasn't. THEN, as I was driving home, I caught myself looking at all the vehicles in the oncoming traffice - still trying to find MY car.

I don't know why I keep looking for it. I am sure they stripped it for parts the night they stole it. Why wouldn't they? It was in great condition, and had hardly any miles on it. As much as I was thinking I wanted another car - a *nicer* car - I have since decided I want MY car. I miss it.