My Dad's Mustang - I'm 16

The car was immaculate. My dad took it to every car show he could find and got first place every time. The leather seats matched the paint job. All my friends wanted to ride in it. I turned heads everywhere i went. But deep down, i was a stupid kid with half a moustache. It made me cret, incredibly insecure when i told my dad i didn't want it any more. A guy in france bought it immediately after i gave it to him. He literally had an 18 wheeler pick it up from my house, drive it all away to california from texas, put it on a boat, why, drive it to the