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i used to live with a girl named shelby. she was beautiful and sexy and had perfect curves throughout her body. And she was perfect. once you got her turned on there was no stopping her, she wanted all you could give her, and even when you thought she couldnt take anymore from you she would scream out that she wanted more, harder faster and wow , there has never been anything that could replace her, but sadly in 1985 we were on our way to work in heavy fog on I-5 outside of san clemente calif and some idiot who was late to work rearended us. i wasnt hurt bad but she lost her life. i was a mess for about 2 weeks , then i started to move on, still now almost 20 years later i can still hear her and feel the way she would grab onto me. things like that are hard to forget. It isnt the girl named shelby i am talking about, it is the car she got from her daddy on her 21st birthday. a 1967 shelby gt350 fastback. she was a spoiled little rich girl for sure. The girl shelby was a nice looking brunette but she knew nothing of cars, she didnt even understand the heritage behind her name, she thought it was "neat" that a car was named after her. She didnt even like the car, i drove it all the time and she drove my 1962 porsche super 90 that i got a great deal on and spent the summer restoring it. i miss that car lol and the 67 gt 350 too, but not the girl.