I cannot claim to have driven the great cars in the world but I can certainly proclaim just recently that I have done The Mustang. What a car to drive! The latest 5th generation 2014 model is light years away from the rest. And the convertible I had for three days, from highways to backroads was a superstar, an American Idol, and I am drooling with hyperbole.
Let’s start with engine power. To an average driver like me, more used to a regular compact, engine power is an idea that is as fancy as the Indianapolis 500. But when I was turning into Highway 101 in the Olympic Peninsula, a trailer I thought was safely distant suddenly was just a few yards tailing and inching close scarily. A gentle suave step on the pedal and I was safely ahead in seconds. Wheww! What power!
And not just zoom … When parking passerbys would give that admiring look and would utter just one word “Mustang” with that upswing tone. What a presence!
If there’s any car that is 100% testorone, a climax at every turn, it’s the Mustang! Man!
But I did not drive just a Mustang, I drove a Mustang convertible. And in the first week of May, Northwest weather, mid-70s and sunshine, was perfect. With the wind chill factor, as you sped along top down, it was Nirvana on asphalt or Portland cement or dry mud.
Here are some tips I discovered driving a convertible:
I heard once that with driving with the vinyl top, it can be noisy inside the car. Not the case, the Ford engineers have done a marvelous job attenuating external sound and positioning speakers at the base of both driver and passenger doors to contain the sound even when driving top down. Open –air symphonic!
You have to bring a windbreaker – it may be perfect sunny and warm standing but driving at 6o to 70 mph the wind chill can bring the temperature as low as 10 degrees or more. This means the body will lose heat faster. And just in case the sun is above you, a baseball cap will do the trick. Although driving head naked is what convertibles is all about.
Avoid dusty roads – I think you know what I mean.
And if you are self-conscious. Don’t. Other drivers are often busy in their own lanes that you are just another car on the road.
One of the idiosyncracies about convertibles is that 9 times out of ten, the driver is often a man, in his 50s at the youngest. Unless it’s a VW Beetle, most likely a woman in her 30s, or a Mazda, a more affordable convertible for a man in his 30s.
Next time I will drive a top down at night especially on a full-moon. I wonder how it feels.