I am a mother. And that makes me, in the eyes of my teenager, inherently, irrevocably and irredeemably uncool. But for one halcyon moment a few summers ago, I wasn't. What was my vehicle to momentary redemption? A red Mustang convertible, top down, its Sirius satellite radio blasting, as we drove, wind whipping our hair, into summer.

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Tags: Roadtrip, Mother-Daughter Travel, Family