Brandon Walsh, there's no way you could afford that gorgeous vintage Mustang convertible. I don't care how much Nat pays you. (I'm also not wild about that jaundiced butter-yellow paint job, but it's my dream car, so I'll let it slide). Let me remind you that you drove a diarrhea-brown Omni in the pilot episode, then moved on to the similarly colored but of-dubious-make-and-model “Mondale” (clever, 90210 writers. Very clever) – so we are supposed to buy the inexplicable jump to a $20,000+ collector's item on wheels? Whatev.
I could go on and on about that used-car lot, with its stereotypically shady salesman. I know Aaron Spelling wanted us to believe that early 90s California was a magical land of crushed-velvet babydoll dresses, belted bike shorts and public high schools with valet parking, but I just can't buy the image of a fabulous '65 Mustang convertible conveniently hidden among the rubble of so many rusted-out Suburbans and Ford Escorts. Because, really, if there is even a shred of truth to that, I'm about three seconds from heading down to J.D. Byrider to trade in our Subaru. Sorry, Joe.
simple solution to your quizzical ponderings...jim and cindy helped him out. you see, brenda sucked ass at driving. but brandon, being the prodigal son, was amazing. thus, he taught brenda how to drive in exchange for financial support from jimbo ie the 'stang
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