If I Were Twenty

If I were twenty again, I would get a Mustang convertible, like Joanne's, and go for a long, I mean a LONG drive, perhaps across the whole US.

               

When I was twenty, I longed for an antique Packard convertible. I actually bought one, but I grew wiser quickly.  I sold it for $100, twenty dollars a month.  I am still owed $40.  I wonder what happened to that guy (or the car).  (Let's see $40 at compound interest for sixty years would be...ah... well, never mind.)