Your mistake was keeping the boat over the Mustang lolMy 2011 GT/CS was the first. Bought it after I started my first job out of college. Met my Wife in that car. I remember all the nights getting out of work at midnight, running around with the windows down, listening to the Pype Bombs blasting. I thought I would have that car forever.....unfortunately life comes in the way and it just didn't make sense with having a new house, a boat, and a 100 lb American Bulldog.
This time it will be forever.....atleast until I can afford a GT350.....maybe my Wife is right, I can't make up my mind.....don't EVER tell her that!
Great story and welcome to the family!This will be my first Mustang. I've always been a GM customer. Back in the 90s my perception of Ford was not very good. Now these days they have done a full 180 in my books. My sister bought a 2014 Ford Edge and shes extremely happy with it.
But why the Mustang? This all started back two years ago when my grandfather fell sick and was admitted into the hospital in Vancouver. I flew down from Toronto and I had to rent a car. The lady at the car rental fleet mentioned for extra $10 dollars a day I can get a sporty car with 2 doors. Being it was just me and my wife I said sure, but I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. So after going to the parking lot and looking for the car parked in parking spot number 36, and I looked up there it was a Magnetic Grey 2013 V6 Mustang. At first I was like woah, then I was like WOOAH after I sat in the car and started up the engine. :eyebulge:
I drove the car for 3 days, and even got to drag race against some guy in a pick up truck V8 full of rowdy girls. He had absolutely no chance against the Mustang, and left him in the dust. This was the first time I really had fun in a car and it really opened my eyes. After I returned the car to the rental place I noticed the car had gotten incredibly good mileage for a V6, which really impressed me because I drove it like I stole it.
Then when I got back to Toronto, reality set in, and I immediately missed the fun I had with the Mustang. I told my wife my next car was going to be a 2 door sports car like the Mustang. I still had a year and a half left on my current cars lease so getting a new car was not an option at the time.
Fast forward to today. My lease ended and its time for a new car. I checked out the new 2015 Mustang on the internet and fell in love with the new design. I did not even check out any other car, I was like a horse with blinders on, I went STRAIGHT to the Ford Dealership, and ordered me a 2015 Mustang Ecoboost with PP. I was like its the Mustang or nothing.
I ordered on June 7th and I am still waiting for it, which is the hardest part. I am hoping it will arrive before October so I can drive it around for a bit before I have to spring for Winter Tires and New Rims.
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Lol... I've had my share of hit and misses but in no way going to get shackled... ever to a person but to a car or truck, hell yeahTo my car? Perhaps. To another person? No, mostly as a result of the lifetime of poor decisions!
+1:amen:Now that's a great story. Ford should pay you and make this into a commercial.
WOW that is a moving story! Do you still have the 66? I'd love to see her.My first (and only) Mustang was a 1966 GT Fastback, red with black pony interior... She was rusty. She'd been stabled in a barn for the better part of a decade and no longer ran, and although I had never so much as changed an oil filter before, I knew I was going to bring her back to life, that there was no other car I could possibly buy and be happy with, knowing that this one existed. She was my first car, and I was only 16.
I went out to this guy's land every weekend for 3 or 4 months to work on her, and he and my dad taught me how to diagnose problems and assisted me while I replaced the ignition, purged the rusted out fuel lines, extracted the skeletons of birds and mice from various parts of the interior, replaced the brake pads and rotors, set the timing, and learned how to work a stick. I loved the way she smelled, the way the vinyl seats sounded when I sat on them, I would run my hand over the curve of the fastback roof every time I saw her, like I was petting an animal.
The first time she turned over I was absolutely overwhelmed, and felt a rush of pride and adrenaline unlike anything I've felt since. The exhaust pipes were rusted out so it sounded like she was running open headers, the whole car shook when I pressed the gas pedal. I felt like I could do anything, like there was no problem I couldn't solve. There was a moment that I will never forget, when I was driving her to a parts store and I understood for the first time what freedom was, where I stopped taking for granted that my life was full of choices and options and that I could make it, just like the car, anything I wanted. It was a right of passage for me, owning that car.
The final time I went to the guy's land to drive her home, he looked at me and told me that it was his pleasure to see the way I looked at the car, and told me that I only owed him $250. I hugged him and left with $4,750 in my pocket, when before I wasn't sure if it would be enough.
When I pulled into my parents driveway for the first time, the uber sexy brunette girl-next-door who was a couple grades older than me, and way out of my league at the time, leaned out the second story balcony in a bra and shorts and howled, throwing up horns.
I could go on and on about the emotional connection I felt (and still feel) towards this car, and how when I sold her it was the first time I'd cried in many years, but I think this should give you a pretty good idea of how it made me feel. I've been patiently waiting ever since for Ford to make a Mustang that moves me in the same way when I look at it, and the S550 hits every single mark. If it invokes a quarter of the emotion in me that my 66 did, I am sure it will be the second best purchase I've ever made.