Pony Car Rule #1: You do NOT Puke in a ‘67 Fastback

Loyal reader Diane from Diane's Stuff broke my heart with her Puke Week entry. It involves defiling an American classic and I swear I shed a tear when I read it.

My mother was in the hospital in Michigan and my brother, his wife, his two kids, my daughter and I all went up to visit her from Texas. In my brother's 1967 Mustang Fastback. Talk about crowded.

On the way home we stopped somewhere outside of the Texas state line and the kids loaded up on YooHoo and chips and not ten miles inside of Texas with about 75 miles left to go to reach home, my brother's son puked all over everybody in the back seat. YooHoo and chips and that stench for 75 miles.

So not only did we get to enjoy that aroma for an hour or so but we had to listen to my brother bitch about the puke smell he was never going to get out of the car, which, LMAO, he'd just had new carpet put in.