The Abomination

Where's the passion?

It was when I was walking through the parking lot outside Walmart that I came across the Mustang EV. I was shocked.

No!!!

Of all the vehicles out there that might go EV, I would never have guessed the beloved Mustang would succumb. The first word that popped into my head was…

Abomination!

Abomination means a thing of disgust or hatred. I confess to being disgusted. Do I hate?

Let’s just stay with disgust. And sorrow.

What disgusts me?

I’ll answer with a question. Who the hell is buying this thing? ‘Cause, darlings, this is no Mustang. Ford has every right to put the name on the car, but they have also earned the right to have my enmity.  Indeed, with this, they have earned it. Because I feel betrayed, that an automobile so synchronized with my own American experience, especially at a certain time of my life, should be corrupted! I mean it is a corruption because no genuine Mustang lover will buy this car. This is the Ford Motor Company looking for a new customer. I’ll be polite and just leave this here.

My sorrow is thus: imagine a pretty woman dressed up as something she is not to attract a husband. He won’t marry her for what she is inside, but the trappings he finds outside. Do those marriages work?

I’ll let you answer the question.

Mustang still has its manly car that girls love to drive, available.

What the pseudo Mustang drivers won’t get are, firstly, convertibles. But rag top or not, it’s the sound that is important. With any muscle car, you want to hear it before you see it. When I drove my Mustang GT, I could wow the guys with that sweet sound. Well, it was a guy, my son, who replaced the muffler, which wasn’t that timid to begin with, with a boastful Flowmaster. I could run, but I could not hide. But oh how I could run.

Such cars made film history. No one forgets Bullitt.

For all my trips at high speeds on the open roads, I never once was pulled over for speeding. I think the cops like seeing a pretty woman driving a pretty fast car. Indeed, the only time I did get pulled over, was for a right hand turn in Princeton, NJ. I didn’t see the sign post, No turns on red.  (NJ allows a right on a red, unless posted.) No ticket, just a warning, to pay attention.

Me and Baby got away with a lot.

The EV Mustang is too tame, too correct, too boring, with zero passion. Who wants to be driving on a nice midnight run, out to Palm Springs, when one has to pull over to take a charge for 6 hours???? Kinda defeats the purpose, yes? EVs are fine for city driving, but when it comes to the open road, an EV just doesn’t cut it. Tesla, the EV Mercedes, what have you, these are city cars, practical cars that make sitting at a stop light comfy. They are not the cars of passions for the open road.

I rather fancy the open road, driving a Mustang that is a Mustang. Zooming down the road with that sweet sound telling me this machine is working as it should, whilst listening to Wagner Without Words blasting away. Wagner, and the machine, accompany each other. Driving that Mustang, top down, is the Ride of the Valkyries when going over the Grapevine.

Does it get any better than that?

Big sigh.

No.