2011 Ford Mustang GT: My Inner Monologue
March 25, 2011
It's Thursday night. It's raining. Traffic sucks. I'm in the Mustang GT, but at this pace, I'd be getting just as much enjoyment from our Outlander Sport. Man, that thing's slow. Geez, what should I blog about tomorrow? There's the seating position or Sync not including a podcast menu. That Mustang logo on the door trim's kinda cool. Screw that, I don't want to nitpick this thing, I want to drive it. How come we can't move the office to somewhere with 11 million fewer people? I hear people dig Provo -- we could do well there.
Yeah, traffic's opening up. Hey, third gear! Oh man this thing sounds awesome. The shifter is fantastic -- so tightly spaced. Fourth gear. Crap on a cracker, highway's stopping again. Yes Los Angeles, this light drizzle sure is terrifying. Really best to slow to 3 mph just to be on the safe side. Jerks.
This thing needs a telescoping steering wheel ... nope, not going to nitpick. Hmm, would I take this instead of the Challenger? I liked the Dodge better in traffic -- comfier, clutch is a tad easier to drive, didn't constantly remind you of how awesome it is and thus depressing you whilst stuck in traffic. I think I'd just get one of each. What, it's my inner monologue, I can't be a rich bastard in my inner monologue?
James Riswick, Automotive Editor @ 4,769 miles