By Vern Parker
Like many teenagers in 1979 Steve Zimmerli had a summer job. However, he did not have a driver's license, much less a car, so he hitched a ride to work each day with his father.
A traffic signal by a church in Oakton, Virginia, always seemed to turn red as they approached the intersection. As they waited for the green light to appear young Zimmerli noticed an attractive Mustang in the church parking lot.
Every day that week he admired the Mustang at the church. The next week it was gone. Surprisingly, the following week the Mustang reappeared and that was a pattern all summer long.