Well I guess you could call her a peach and her story too, I tell you what, we were captivated by it. From the time from before this little lady got her first car and the attitude she took once, she owned it too.

“Everyone always feminizes their cars so I was adamant that my car was a boy. My sister called him Big Sexy and that name has stuck ever since. When I got in my car it had 19k miles on it. It had been in an accident on the front passenger side. The previous owner fixed it and decided to let it go to the auction. My stepdad already had a wash bucket full of supplies so I took it to the car wash and hand washed it…

It’s always been my mantra to never let the “professionals” tell you about something you’re in every single day. I don’t go to the doctor without an idea of my prognosis and I don’t take Big Sexy to Ford unless I couldn’t personally fix it. I coached myself to believe that if I could take it apart and put it back together, then I could do anything. Before long, my friend TJ taught me everything I needed to know. It wasn’t long before I started changing timing belts, alternators and wheel bearings in the driveway”

It's a rare breed of lady that just doesn't mind getting your hands dirty diving in and ripping off intake manifolds and timing cover plates and gaskets and getting her nails dirty and even breaking them, but this little gal did.

She got the car, she started driving it and she told herself that if it broke she was not going to rely on a mechanic. This young lady has quite a story she shared with us and we’re honored that she took the time to do.

That story made me rekindle the times of my youth with my first car, although I wasn't lucky enough to own a Ford Mustang GT like Miss Janee was, the memories are still great.

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