See that little triangle of bright blue? That’s the top of the tarp covering my Mustang.
We left storage arranging a little late this year and finally decided to park it at my stepmother’s and just throw a tarp over it. Then Mother Nature gifted us with 100-year-old-record breaking snows. We went up for dinner today and I think it’s going to be July before I can drive it home.
I cringe to think of its poor 41-year-old suspension.
EDITED TO ADD:
This one was taken a little bit later. It’s the husband standing on the snow between the Mustang and my dad’s old Pathfinder, digging down to the tarp so the sun can start warming it. What’s really sad is we’ve had thawing for the last two weeks and the snowbanks are down up to 50%.