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well, just today, a co-worker of mine had a run in with the 5.0 that inspired my kill story turned poem. My friend was crossing a busy street, and would've made it (in the dealerships Expedition - one of our used cars) if the idiot in the 5.0 hadn't been speeding. The expedition got T-Boned, actually came off the ground. Bye bye Crustang. He left a 52 foot skid mark where he tried to stop, and still had enough inertia to pound the Expedition (bent the rear axel, caved in the entire driver side, tore the tire off the rear right rim from pushing it across the pavement). You'd think this idiot would learn not to drive Mustangs like they're fast after I haded his ass to him. It was funny though, I came to work, saw my co-worker/friend, he showed me the Expedition, said it was a 91 5.0 with a NITTO banner on the windshield and that's when he confirmed the name. I couldn't help but laugh. I'll see if I can get some pics of the Expedition before they send it to get fixed. Just thought some of you would like to know that there's one less Mustang on the streets
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