Mustang Fever: The Car That Won't Go Away (Hopefully)
My parents had a 1967 yellow Mustang that I drove quite a lot! It carried Heidi, the 1984 Goddard High School Homecoming Queen, on the back in the parade down Main Street in my hometown of Roswell, NM (she may have looked like a California Princess but it was my car). I was also allowed to take it out of town with 2 friends my senior year for an uneventful weekend at Mustang Island in Texas (a gift from my mother when she felt sorry for me because I missed my Senior Spring Break when I had mono).
I remember when my parents found that car. We were driving from Roswell to Horseshoe Bay, Texas and while driving through Brady, Texas (the disputed "Heart of Texas if you ask my friend Kurt) and there it sat: all restored in a showroom window of a vintage brick car lot. This was the early '80's. I think my parents were making more money than they ever had in their whole life, deservably so. We'd had some pretty cool cars previously, mind you! But never an old one and never a convertible. There are funny things that I miss about the Mustang: the little pedal I could push with my left foot to make the windshield wipers pass when I drove through sprinklers, the air vent down in the floorboard where fresh air could come in while the top was up and listening to only AM radio music stations.
Oh! the 1980's! My friend Ruby flipped her Fastback one day with other friends in the car while skipping school to smoke. My dad's brother Raymond, one of my heroes, bought his own red convertible vintage Mustang which he proudly kept garaged until he died earlier this year. As my cousin Shawn said, "unless something changes some minds, dad's will be joining my two '65 hardtops after we get things sorted out."
The 1980's also saw an era of new Mustangs that honestly, were so ugly to me and I blocked them so much that I didn't even acknowledge their presence. That trend continued until 1994 but by that point, I guess, I became a non-believer and it wasn't even a viable car to consider wasting time thinking about.
In 2005 that all changed. The Mustang made a comeback and Ford had obviously had a re-think: pretty is as pretty does. When someone I know was looking for a new car I persuaded him to buy an '05 coupe (I still love his car & he doesn't love it as much because he can't carry his band's equipment in it so well).
Last night, despite the current pre-shock economic trembles affecting the manufacturer, Ford revealed the latest Mustang. The 2010 version still has that look and performance that made me fall in love again but this time the object of my affection has been in the gym, eating right and is ready for a new era of fans.
Is it the wrong time to introduce this car? I don't think so because we can't force muscle car lovers into hybrids or PZEVs or even 4-cylinders. It just ain't American to shame buyers for so many reasons. It isn't even like Ford should be chastised for the improved model: it isn't significantly different enough from the previous iteration that they wasted precious engineering hours to detract from their ability to develop extremely well executed hybrids, PZEVs and low MPG models. (Is it un-American to suggest that GM wasted hours/days/years on the new Camaro from SCRATCH when they should have pursued not making a muscle car to compete with the Mustang?)
Yes, I am sentimentally attached to the Mustang. I cried at the big Reveal last night for both its history and its future.
Labels: Ford, LAAS08, MotaMouth, Mustang
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