
Well now that you all know how to look for a Mustang, lets get into my story of how I picked mine up. We start out with a little background on the trek to Oregon. When my dad was just out of college he flew down to a little suburb just outside Chicago, Illinois to purchase a Stingray Corvette. I always remembered him talking about the drive back to Minnesota and how the experience of the trip was the best part of the whole process. So, when I found a deal on my Mustang that would require me to fly out to Oregon to purchase and pick it up, I was so very excitted. I flew out to Portland, Oregon and upon arrival, was met by the couple that owned the Mustang. I then took my testdrive to double check that everything on the car checked out. When it did, I gave the owner his money, signed the title over to me, and started the long drive home. I had so much fun driving my new car home. I made very good time and by midnight I was into Wyoming. I took a three hour nap at a weigh station along the highway and when I woke up, I just kept on driving. On my way home, I got to see things that I had never seen before. First of all, I had never been in Oregon, Washington, Montana, Wyoming, or South Dakota. Secondly, I had never been to the Black Hills and Mount Rushmore, so on my way through I stopped and enjoyed how increadible this monument really is. In the weeks that would follow, I came to relize that my dad was right, the experience of traveling to get a car was the best part. The experience I had was amazing and I do not regret it at all. Here is another story I found online that was a blog on a group of people that drove a mustang to Raratonga, Disneyland, and Las Vegas. There experience had some similarities to mine and I enjoyed reading it. Virtual Traveller Blog





