Taurus ♉

Dad always drove a Ford. He had a Country Sedan wagon when we were little, then traded into Ford’s wild-west line. Alas, never a Mustang – he brought home an economical four-door Maverick. Later, he bought a second car for Mom, a little Pinto, and when we all left home he traded the Maverick for a sporty Bronco. He never held it against Ford when he heard that Pintos were susceptible to exploding, and Broncos to rollovers; but that marked the end of the equine models. He sold both horses and bought the company’s bull. He drove that Taurus for years.