It was a sunny California Saturday on July 4th, 1967. I just got my new 1966 Ford Mustang convertible for independence day, a tradition with my family.

Our parents buy us a car on our 16th birthday. My cousins all got their cars already but I'm the youngest one... and that means waiting the longest. Not really, but I have to face the bragging of all of them. They're all flakes. They never earned this privilege. Whereas I worked hard for it. I've been locked up my entire life with my demanding rich parents who always expect so much out of me.

Now's my chance to go, though. I'm getting out of here for good. Running away, with my new car and some cash. Nothing's stopping me.

Freedom never tasted so good.