Driving from our 5K in Plattsmouth, Nebraska, to the Oz Museum in Wamego, Kansas, we stopped for gas in Seneca, Kansas. At the pump next to us was a classic 1960s era Ford Mustang.
“Nice car,” Ryan said to the owner, a young man who looked to be in his late teens or early twenties.
“Thanks,” the owner said, busy with the gas cap. “This thing always gives me trouble. It’s tricky putting it back on.”
“What year is it?” Ryan asked.
“1966.”
“It looks fun to drive.”
“It is. How I got it is a fun story.”
“Yeah?”
“I had a Harley-Davidson that I bought from a family sale on Facebook. I was at a bar, and this guy kept looking at the bike. I said to him, ‘Do you want it?’ He said, ‘I’ll make a deal with you.’”
“The Harley for the Mustang?” Ryan asked.
“Yep.”


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