I said Mustang Love. Not Muskrat Love.
And I apologize for just reminding you of that unfortunate song by Captain & Tenille. Which made it to the prime position on a CD I once burned called “Bad Music. Very, Very Bad Music.” Along with Shannon and Kung Fu Fighting, but that’s another blog post.
Back to the Mustang.
I’m not a huge car girl. But I love what I would call iconic cars, like the VW Bug I drive now. And the Ford Mustang tops my list. It’s a sexy car. Take a librarian in a tight bun and severe pencil skirt and put her in a Mustang, and suddenly her hair comes tumbling down and she looks a little disheveled. It’s that kind of car.
And take a tax-paying, 2-kids-1-dog, suburban housewife and put her behind the wheel of a Mustang, and you never know what might happen. She might get in that car and hit the road, and never look back. Kids? What kids? That’s why I went with my VW Bug – much safer.
If I had seen Ford’s 2015 Mustang, I might have had second thoughts. I was at the 50th birthday party a few weeks ago in Toronto, and saw the new model. The design feels inspired by it’s 1960 roots, sitting lower and wider, with a tapered roof both in the front an the back. This car is one of the only vehicles to remain in consistent production for 50 years, and you can see why.
If James Bond and Thomas Crown think they’re cool enough to drive, who am I to argue? And Jill chose one is Charlie’s Angels. Enough said.
Happy Birthday, Mustang! Here’s to another 50!