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As is customary with decisions of consequence, I rotate through a strict regimen of want, rationalization and procrastination. Depending on the gravity involved -- especially where large sums of money are concerned -- this process may take weeks, months or even years. After many rounds of delay I generally avoid satisfying my selfish desires. When I do, however, there always seems to be a bank loan involved.

For the past few years I've harbored visions of buying an old car; a classic car, even. Without serious intention I somehow manage to religiously comb through websites and magazines in search of the perfect car. The most recent object of desire has been the 1967 Ford Mustang Coupe.

In a clearly mocking gesture, fate has pointed me in the direction of a 1966 Mustang Coupe tonight. In decent condition. Priced reasonably. Less than 3 kilometers from my house.

It couldn't hurt to go take a look, could it? What's the worst thing that could happen?

Considering that:

1. I know I can afford it;
2. I've already researched insurance rates and problems typical of the model year; and
3. I know the perfect mechanic to perform a maintenance inspection;

...Dark days may lie ahead for my bank account.