The little mustang responded smoothly under his loving guidance.
Calling a '65 mustang just an old car is like saying L.A. is just another town.
The mustang was gone when she stopped at his apartment.
When she arrived, the mustang was parked so close to the apartment that she had to walk around it to climb the stairs.
Howie biked to work as wheel-less Julie had driven her boyfriend's Mustang to her monastic meeting in Vermont.
Megan immediately recognized the shiny blue mustang when it emerged from the brush that bordered the drive.
One was parked beside the building with its hood up, and an old mustang sat at the pump.
She glanced at the station as she passed, but the little blue mustang was gone.