Ford Mustang Postscript

If you read my piece "On Being Against Poetry Torture", you know I wrote about the Ford Mustang as a metaphor. My brother-in-law commented that he was glad I remembered our g-force ride. He also reminded me that his Ford Mustang is a Ford Mustang COBRA, meaning that we were not only riding an unbridled, wild pony, but a dangerous, poisonous reptile, too. Does that mean we were snaking through the streets of Arlington Heights? I suppose Ford is mixing metaphors here. I like the mix.