Yes I know this is a coupe... But the one I drove was a convertible :-pLas Vegas - A strong pulse existing in the middle of the scorching Nevada desert.
Miles, Fahrenheit, Left hand drive – everything was the opposite here.
Whilst walking in the 40 degrees Celsius heat, I was missing the metric system; and also the freezing cold air conditioning back in the hotel.
As we approached the Ford Mustang its bulging rear end stuck out of the parking spot. Gun metal grey and convertible - the perfect American Muscle car to use to cross into California. (Shame it wasn’t a V8!)
Although a V6, the car surprisingly started with a deep burble. The interior was impressive with a well illuminated dash and comfortable seats. It appeared to be well built, except for these interior lights that would not turn off!
We ventured out onto interstate route 15 and after not very long the heat forced us to put the roof on. Mile after mile of endless plains the Mustang continued along. It was as if the car was designed to just plough through endless straight lines with very little signs of strain or fatigue.
Corners however were another thing. The mustang nervously lurched whenever pointed in a direction other than forwards. This was due to its live rear axle and American pedigree – fat and lazy. Although in a tight twisty road this would bother me, out here it didn’t...
America – home to the Ford Mustang.
No comments:
Post a Comment