|My sister Liza, our Mum, me, & Mum's friend Mary. 1999|
And so, it saddens me that my littlest sister, Liza, had her car stolen this morning. Of ALL THE DAYS! She's devastated and completely heartbroken. This car was mine and I gave it to her a month before Goober was born. Before I had Goober, this car was my baby. It's a beautiful custom blue convertible Mustang. I treasured that damn thing so much. But, my sister needed a car, and I knew that she loved the Mustang too. To hear my baby sister sob and tell ME that she's sorry, when it's HER car, is indescribable. I haven't heard my sister cry like that in a long long time. She's such a strong young woman, and always puts others before herself. And now all these bad things keep happening to her (she got her appendix out last September and couldn't run with me in the Iron Girl, had a huge amount of medical bills, and now her car has been taken from her). It's just NOT FAIR.
|The missing "pony"|
1996 Dark Blue Mustang
Black Convertible Top
License plate holder says "Sometimes I like to go topless"
Scratches in paint on left rear bumper and right front bumper
Black aftermarket roll bar
Last seen in Ballard (Seattle)