We all know that the fastest car in the world is your Brother’s red hot Ford Mustang circa 1975 (okay it was probably tan and it was a Maverick not a Mustang). But it must have been able to go 200 miles an hour, right? And the coolest ride ever was cruising along in his tangerine colored MG at a breakneck speed that I am sure mom would not have approved of.
I told Vaughn once, that Georgie Lackey said, that at night it was possible to drive from Bridgton to Portland in under 20 minutes. I said I didn’t believe him. Vaughn knowingly assured me that was entirely possible to drive from Bridgton to Portland in less than 20 minutes, really Vaughn?
He even owned a motorcycle. He took me for rides on it. One day, I burned my calf on the muffler when I got off. I kept it to myself because I didn’t want mom to make him stop giving me rides.
He loved cars with standard transmissions. He loved the added connection with driving you get when shifting. He bought a new car, and had owned it for a while before he had a chance to give me a ride. We were cruising along ‘some street’ in Bridgton when he exclaimed in surprise, “This is an automatic.” He had wanted a standard and just now realized that it wasn’t. He contentedly kept the car for many years.