Mustang

Ben and I rented a Mustang convertible in California, which totally made the vacation. We rode with the top down everywhere and were, in no way, discreet about our new wheels. That's what cool cars are for – to show off.

Ben gunned the engine whenever possible and nodded his head at passing motorists in less desirable cars. Boys. I multi-tasked by tanning and mapping out directions as we drove from place to place.

We stopped at overlooks to view the picturesque landscapes along Highway 1. At one overlook, we squealed to a stop as Ben slid the Mustang between a row of parked minivans and frazzled parents. Our top was down, the music blared, sunglasses covered our eyes... we were very Hollywood. Moreover, very obnoxious.

We loved it.

The Mustang was, truly, a vacation in itself. For two New Yorkers who don’t drive in the city, we relished the opportunity to drive a car. And, for two small town kids who drove a hybrid and '87 Buick in high school, we loved to cruise in the ‘Stang.