2015 Ford Mustang GT: BMW M4 Guy Likes It
by Scott Oldham, Editor in Chief on December 24, 2015
I was sitting at the red light minding my own business, wife riding shotgun, young daughters in back, our orange long-term 2015 Ford Mustang GT idling through its Ford Racing/Borla pipes.
I had just agreed to stop at Bristol Farms for cookies when a white BMW M4 coupe pulled alongside on my left. It looked good. Lowered. Big meats. Black wheels. Sounded good too through its own aftermarket exhaust.
I looked over.
The guy's windows were black. Full limo tint. I could see nothing but my own reflection. Didn't matter. Street racing is for idiots and the guys from the 405. Anyway, my family was in the car. I wasn't looking for trouble.
Besides, chances are the guy in the BMW hadn't even noticed my Ford.
Wrong. He noticed.
When the light turned green we both pulled away as if the other guy didn't exist. And we kept up that facade until we'd both shifted into second gear. And then it was on. We weren't racing or breaking any laws, but we played a bit. Just two car guys in cool rides letting each other know they were part of the same club. Mutual respect.
Traffic was very light and the fun lasted for about a mile. Even my kids were into it. And then I peeled off into the Bristol Farms parking lot for cookies. I parked and waited in the car as my family ran into the store. A few minutes later, a young Asian guy was standing at my open window.
"Is that the factory color?" he asked, motioning toward the Mustang.
I was sort of surprised by the question. I stammered a bit and said, "It is. Competition Orange. Too Dukes of Hazzard?"
"I don't think so. I love it. Looks great. Are those the factory wheels?"
"They are," I said. "Part of the Performance Package. We did lower it a bit, but the wheels and tires are stock."
"Who's exhaust? Sounds mean."
After a few minutes, we were interrupted by my family returning with the cookies. A quick goodbye and he was gone.
"Who was that?" my wife asked.
"I don't know," I said. "Some guy that liked my car. Came out of nowhere."
My daughter handed me an oatmeal raisin. "Dad, that's the guy driving the white BMW," she said. "It's parked right over there."
I looked over. The kid was right. The guy was climbing into the white M4 just a few parking spots over. I hadn't made the connection because of his limo tint. I hadn't seen his face before he was standing beside my car. Had I known, I would have asked him a few questions about his ride.
Heck, I would have even offered him a cookie.
Scott Oldham, Editor in Chief