Midnight love affair

[Fordever]

So before this tale of galloping romance, we must have a little back story. I live in San Francisco which means I do not daily drive my car. Hell I barely weekly drive my car. I walk or take the dreaded public transit systems. All the while my gt sits, parked, alone, cold.

Tonight I got off of work at 9 pm. It's been raining for damn near 2 months straight here but tonight...no rain? I rush from my work to where my car is parked. Along the way I realize it's only 40 degrees outside with a bitter cold wind blowing, but that won't stop what is about to happen. I get to my car and just stare at the beauty, the gt and 5.0 badges get me excited but it's dirty? She can't be dirty. So at about 10 pm on a frigid Wednesday night I whip out the washing equipment. A few fingers lost to hypothermia is a small price to pay. After an almost hour long hand wash and drying I warm my hands and feet in the car and then start the engine. The brake goes down softly, the fuel primer hums, the engine light turns green and then she roars to life for the first time in over a week.

We go slow at first, to warm each other up. Once our fluids are prime and flowing strong it's go time. We find the near on ramp and I take her to the floor. That beautiful Coyote engine screaming, I'm thrown back into my seat and a huge grin begins to form. I start laughing and turn the music up, Bruce springsteens born to run blares through the speakers. I roll down both Windows and mash the pedal one more time. I cruise for a while, enjoying the city lights.

Hours later I realize how much time has passed and how much gas we've burned. With a quick u turn and stab to the throttle we are flying back home. The whole time I have this fluttering feeling in my chest. Pure bliss.

We get back to the parking spot, I kill the engine and get out. That sweet, beautiful smell of hot engine lingers in the air. I pull the cover over her. With two quick clicks, she is locked. We part ways for what will probably be another week. But tonight. That sweet sweet magic. That's why I own a mustang.

God I love this machine

I can feel it Brother.....:hail:

I think it's pretty awesome how you all can in some way relate to my story and I can relate to yours.Thanks for all the kind words. These cars stir some crazy emotions in us.

I envy those of you that get to use your mustang as a daily driver. I've considered moving for the sole purpose of being able to daily drive mine. As crazy as that may sound to some.

I do envy as well. But mine has been parked since late last October. I go to my garage every day just to visit my car. Almost 4 months now without even starting it.:( My time is getting close and I am longing for the day I can drive me car again.:love:

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[Semi]

I envy those of you that get to use your mustang as a daily driver. I've considered moving for the sole purpose of being able to daily drive mine. As crazy as that may sound to some.

I work from home and considered a job just as an excuse to drive it. Crazy, it's like a free hour every day not driving to work.

 

[Popcorn]

So before this tale of galloping romance, we must have a little back story. I live in San Francisco which means I do not daily drive my car. Hell I barely weekly drive my car. I walk or take the dreaded public transit systems. All the while my gt sits, parked, alone, cold.

Tonight I got off of work at 9 pm. It's been raining for damn near 2 months straight here but tonight...no rain? I rush from my work to where my car is parked. Along the way I realize it's only 40 degrees outside with a bitter cold wind blowing, but that won't stop what is about to happen. I get to my car and just stare at the beauty, the gt and 5.0 badges get me excited but it's dirty? She can't be dirty. So at about 10 pm on a frigid Wednesday night I whip out the washing equipment. A few fingers lost to hypothermia is a small price to pay. After an almost hour long hand wash and drying I warm my hands and feet in the car and then start the engine. The brake goes down softly, the fuel primer hums, the engine light turns green and then she roars to life for the first time in over a week.

We go slow at first, to warm each other up. Once our fluids are prime and flowing strong it's go time. We find the near on ramp and I take her to the floor. That beautiful Coyote engine screaming, I'm thrown back into my seat and a huge grin begins to form. I start laughing and turn the music up, Bruce springsteens born to run blares through the speakers. I roll down both Windows and mash the pedal one more time. I cruise for a while, enjoying the city lights.

Hours later I realize how much time has passed and how much gas we've burned. With a quick u turn and stab to the throttle we are flying back home. The whole time I have this fluttering feeling in my chest. Pure bliss.

We get back to the parking spot, I kill the engine and get out. That sweet, beautiful smell of hot engine lingers in the air. I pull the cover over her. With two quick clicks, she is locked. We part ways for what will probably be another week. But tonight. That sweet sweet magic. That's why I own a mustang.

God I love this machine

Beautiful. :cheers: That's why I cant understand how so many others garage the entire winter. I feel like I have separation anxiety if I don't drive mine every week.

 

[TheReaper]

OP, you must be a Romance Novelist and did you take a shower before the drive or after ?

 

[JohnDoe]

I remember when I was stationed in the middle of nowhere redneck georgia. After an entire week of 17 hour days, I would go to the self hand wash stations in the middle of the night every weekend. It would just be an hour of me and my baby, away from everything and everyone, then going to dinner together at the local micky D's, and back to my poverty barracks room.

 

[ChitownStang]

Chicago Winter, and winter tires no problem all year round. I just couldn't not drive this thing all winter. About 35 to 40 degrees this engine breathes so good, fast as hell!!!

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