Okay so I know this journal is old... but I have to pipe up!

A few years ago I was taking a motorcycle ride up Hwy 60 in the North Georgia mountains, and at some point we had to stop for gas.

There, at the po-dunk little Texaco in the middle of nowhere, is a bright red Ford GT, complete with white racing stripes down the middle. It might be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Then again, I would have probably died if it was one of the original GT-40s.