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.
