This piece is dedicated to my father for taking me to car shows when I was a little boy and instilling a love of cars in me. I loved those times and listening to his stories.


1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Fastback

I dreamt and thought,

I hoped and prayed,

I wanted one so bad,

Before my dying day,

At nine years old,

With a twinkle in my eye,

I turned to my father and said,

“Dad – ponies just aren’t for little girls anymore,

And I’m going to find a way.”



10 thoughts on “Ponies

  1. For some reason this made me think of a Shel Silverstein poem about a little girl who asked for a pony and swore she would die without it. Her parents said no….and she died.

    Ha. Sorry. Nothing at all to do with cars. Thank you for sharing your memories 🙂


  2. My Dad did this too! I love vintage cars and yearn for the day some enterprising manufacturer creates a faithful replica vehicle instead of these puffy, relaxed fit things. “Your Dad drove a Mustang. You drive a stripey marshmallow!”

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    • Dads are good at that kind of thing aren’t they?

      There are way too many vehicle choices these days which I think in some regard is good cause it drives prices down, but it doesn’t lend to any unique varieties.

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